Dear T,
I got a promotion. My supervisor said things like "future with this company," and "point in your career."
I didn't know I had a career. I thought I had a low-key job I really liked at 3/4 time.
He said, "more responsibility."
I don't think I'm very responsible. I oscillate between panic that I accepted and self-loathing that I panic about such things instead of having pride and gratitude. I won't have very much free time. I'm not sure if I should beg you to see me the one time a week I could possibly see you, or just stop seeing you and get on with my life. My "career."
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"Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels." - Francisco de Goya
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