The day started with me, approximately seven minutes late for my first day of work at the local movie theater (I had been given the matinee shift), spilling a fresh cup of coffee down the front of my new shirt. I guess, in hindsight, it wasn’t the best idea to decide not to set an alarm, or to buy a white shirt that had cost me much more than it should’ve, or even to pour myself a cup of coffee in the first place, when I knew it would just make me jittery.
It’s been raining since this morning, and the place is packed. There’s nothing like a rainstorm to bring the massive crowds to a movie theater. Nobody seems to notice the stain on my shirt.
My shift is over, my first day behind me, and it’s still pouring. I’m happy with how it went. It was better than I expected, really. I passed out some of the tickets, cleaned up a 13 year old’s spilled cherry coke, and ate popcorn during my lunch break. I’m tired, but not from exhaustion. It’s a sleepy, warm kind of tired. The kind from when I was a kid, pink cheeked and ready to take a nap after a day at a pumpkin patch. I’m beginning to warm to the idea that this city is my new home.