holliday

So yesterday...my boss handed me $40 and let me leave work early.

While I'm not convinced it just wasn't his way of getting rid of me...he said it was his birthday present to me.

He suggested that I go down to the farmers market and buy myself some stuff.

So I did...

After filling my minivan with organic apples, tomatoes, kiwis, special kalamata olive spreads and a bunch of flowers...I finally headed to the coast.

I know, I know...I've been here nearly a month and I still haven't gone to introduce myself to the Pacific ocean. Sue me...

I headed down to Fisherman's Warf...jumped the fence and strolled along the beach...

I cried because I'm afraid I'm going to lose my job...or suffer under a boss who's already made the decision that I can't do anything becaus I'm a girl...but won't fire me because I remind him of his daughters...

Then I cried because it was his kindness that finally got me down to the water...

Soon though, I was splashing along in the rising tide...collecting shells...and watching the sun go down over the hills...



I finally got the chance to look out at the horizon and see where the water meets the sky...and with our weather recently they were both the same color. It was surreal and beautiful and calming.



When I came home I got to rant and rave with a couple of my roommates about work...get validated...get high and drunk...fed and wished sweet dreams...

Now here I am again...another morning I have to get up and face this job...

I guess if shit gets bad again today...I'll just remember playing in the sand

p.s.thanks for the birthday wishes...