Sick Day

Blech!

What a day to NOT meet people.

For starters, though swarming with interesting people, it seems the mall is no place to get interviews. Everyone there seems to think you are trying to sell them something. I suppose it makes sense, since the mall is the Mecca of the consumer world. Even before you step into a store, you have a slicked up middle eastern man trying to take your hand, so that he may caress it with the latest Dead Sea salt hand cream he is trying to sell you.

It may also be that the women, to whom I tried to speak, didn't seem to have the greatest command on the English language. I suppose if I were in Taiwan, and a loud, native girl accosted me in the middle of my iPhone gaming, I would also make up some story about a friend that was just around the corner, coming for me.

Well, after the first few rejections, I got the message that people do not go to the mall to meet new ones. I decided to stop ignoring the angry churning in my stomach, grabbed the necessities at the grocery store, and rushed home to curl up in a ball on the couch, and moan the pain away. GO AWAY, PAIN!