DEPECHE MODE/GOLDEN HEARTS

I'm temping for this company driving trucks. Kind of. They want to hire me. The downside is the company is located in the slums where, coincidentally, my grandmother and aunt/cousins used to live. It was bizarre to notice familiar intersections when I hadn't seen them since I was a child. It's a really long drive over there. Even if I made decent wages, I'd lose it all on the gas. And no Dad, I am not getting an apartment in Mesquite, TX to be closer to work. My mom couldn't believe he'd suggest such a thing since "people get shot over there all the time." She told me to be careful in the company parking lot and keep my eyes peeled for creeps with guns pointed at me (not her exact words).

Oh, and everyone at Stevens Transport wears the company-logo-on-a-satin-bomber jacket around the office because it's frigid in there. The woman supervising me told me before I left today that the dress code was business casual and she said it like she was pointing out something I didn't know. I guess maybe she thought I was overdressed? I'm looking forward to trailor-parking it at work tomorrow.

Oh, and there is one lady who showed up and the first thing I noticed was her full-fledged, grey-haired mustache. She took the space heater from under my desk and prattled on about how the one she was using sounded like it was "about to explode." She didn't have a satin bomber, so that's probably why she was so cold. The people there are all really nice and I like working with them, but I couldn't help thinking as I observed them that they reminded me of the characters on cartoon shows about talking animals. Maybe tomorrow I can spend some time thinking about who would be what animal. Am I mean? Is this normal?