I'm super-feeling lunchtime
Tuesday lunch
Dining with fellow summer associates. One makes a comment with which I agree. I say, "I feel you, I feel you." He stares back at me, very offended.
Wednesday lunch
Dining with fourth year associate Brittany.* She is "super-stoked" for her friend's wedding this weekend, which is why she had a chemical peel yesterday (which explains why homegirl's face was peeling off into her lunch). She mentions the Mission, a Latino neighborhood, and calls it "super-sketch." I stare back at her, super offended.
*Name has been changed, but trust me, the real name was on the same order of whiteness.
Dining with fellow summer associates. One makes a comment with which I agree. I say, "I feel you, I feel you." He stares back at me, very offended.
Wednesday lunch
Dining with fourth year associate Brittany.* She is "super-stoked" for her friend's wedding this weekend, which is why she had a chemical peel yesterday (which explains why homegirl's face was peeling off into her lunch). She mentions the Mission, a Latino neighborhood, and calls it "super-sketch." I stare back at her, super offended.
*Name has been changed, but trust me, the real name was on the same order of whiteness.

