So. I go to work to check my schedule and talk to my DRS (Dining Room Supervisor).
You know what always makes you feel oh-so-fucking-fantastic about how you look? Being asked if you are pregnant.
The bar girl, who is from Mexico and speaks little English, pointed at my stomach and asked "You baby?"
I want to be someone else right now.
And you know. I would rather be pregnant for some reason. I guess I just really want a family right now. It isn't going to happen. I am in college. No.
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