Blue Collar WoMan

I have a job. Great, right? No.

This job is working for RTD's treasury department.

Work begins at 6am. Jank.

I sit in a broken swivel chair.

I have to wear a hospital-gown-blue jumpsuit.

It's flattering.

It hugs me in all the right places.

It's comfortable.

And it makes me look smaller than I am.

If you've ever seen Pee Wee's Big Adventure,

I look exactly like Francis Buxton.

Uncanny, really.

This job lasts only a week and a half more.

I'm awaiting its conclusion with great excitement.

I've never been so motivated to receive a college education.

I'll try to get a snapshot of myself stretching in my jumpsuit.