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January 20, 2015
Two rows of fluorescent lights hung from the ceiling, positioned four feet above the sales counter and the tint station. There was no work to be done today except make occasional small talk and ponder my existence. What am I doing with this job? When am I going to find a better one? A couple times I tried to feel productive by opening up an outdated product manual, flipping through pages of paint cans, most of which I haven't seen or have been discontinued. The 'dating' app featured guys who wanted it now, or weren't interested in what I like.