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July 10, 2009
My supervisor, Catelyn, demonstrated the ISS's appearance, raising her hands in a 45-degree angled ascent over her orange curls, not unlike the monthly unemployment rate.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find the moon last night, even though I stopped outside Taco Bell to look around while a bus load of men ten years younger than me arrived. I must have appeared lost, when realistically I was frustrated over not being able to see the space station. After receiving my paycheck, I went to the bank and filled out a deposit form, observing two patrons in line for the coin machine.