Luis Ramirez, from work, was talking to me about microdosing with mushrooms and how that was helping him manage his depression. Funny, I never noticed his being depressed. Possibly this was why. He was on mushrooms the whole time. I just happened to have a handful of them up my sleeve, but I kept it to myself.
I was noticing things around the dealership that appeared to need attention, such as a spray bottle stuck down a drainage hole, which I retrieved with a t-post. I was getting noticed for my quick-thinking and innovative solutions. I picked a few bell peppers that were growing unattended on the periphery of the service drive.
Reiner had been talking to me about maybe coming back, helping out with the phones on their busiest days. I could work from home, he said, although I told him I thought the customers would appreciate it more if I was actually present at the dealership, where I could physically check up on their cars for them.
I walked through a kind of rowdy bar situation with Art, the owner. People were about to start the kind of brawl that winds up with someone getting tossed over the bar and breaking the big mirror. We skirted the commotion before sitting down at the long, narrow bar. It was reminiscent of the Last Supper, so I said, referring to Art, "Jesus has arrived," to no one in particular.
Yep, clearly there's an element missing in my everyday life. Hmmm. I wonder what it might be?
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