Love Song for Lost Jobs, live from Corporate America!
there is no beginning and there is no ending
Sitting at the nail salon in the middle of the day, weighed down with lunch, I’m craning my neck to watch TV (as if getting your nails done isn’t ergonomically fucked enough). We break from Rachael Ray’s drunk aunt joie de vivre, and a Bath Fitter commercial comes on. Kind of a shoddy local ad, but regardless, the guy looks happy. I’m trying to determin…