Laid off in July, wandered a month, prolonged internship. Ten cover letters, two interviews. Large venture without revenue, small paying projects here and there, birthday, Christmas, one-point-five percent on dwindling reserves.
“Let’s get food,” she suggests, and past the checkout pulls me to the scratch cards. No luck — “I should have put the dollar in the jar,” she says while I uncover matching figures.
Fifteen twenties tucked away, we laugh the whole ride home.