Three days old
At work, we have a game called the Awesome Jar. It’s simple: it’s a 25-cent penalty to the jar every time someone uses the word “awesome”, all in the interest of eventually holding an Awesome Party. It was devised because a few of my coworkers are a little too liberal with the adjective and thus otherwisely-expressively deprived. But not me! (No, with me it’s all the shit, the shizah.) I think the jar contained over ten bucks last I noticed.
Today my ex-coworker brought in her newborn baby. I finally caved. “That is so awesome,” I said, obviously simply because babies are awesome when they’re sleeping, and partly in awe as the witness to the process of a teenage mother. Caught red-handed, and prosecuted by the new girl. But frankly, I think I did my crime well.
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