In a bar, listening to a guy talk about how he finally got an office job after years since college being a kitchen monkey, telling horror stories and his friend’s like “guess you’re glad to be away from that”.

And he’s like “wellll… you know, I’d work with felons, and people drunk on the job, and we’d just constantly tear into each other, the most offensive shit, but then when the shift was over they’d be like ‘wanna get a beer?’ and we’d talk about what was going wrong in our lives”

And at the office everyone says the right words and talks positive but when he goes up to them and code-shifts into happy talk asking for something he needs they’ll just be ‘mmm, nope’ cuz nothing in it for them and it’s all calculation and every attempt to engage his actual self is transparently manipulative, ~*~activities~*~ (you can hear the punctuation) to make him a loyal worker or people trying to feel him out for office politics or reciting their recreational resumes at him to find an overlap for networking

But he’s gotta pay the loans for that film degree somehow

UPDATE: while I composed this he’s moved on to telling his friends, with far more enthusiasm than they, about all these fascinating troubled genius cooks he’s known and how you know when his dad or uncles had a car problem or an electrical problem they’d FIGURE IT OUT, you know, maybe ask someone better or go to the library for a guide but they’d figure it out, you know