Day #3: Tenderfoot

Is it fair to be told you don’t know much about life until you’ve been in love? Is it true? I was certainly stepping out of tenderfoot territory in learning varieties of onion, paper good brands, and produce codes. Bananas: 4011 Onion, Vidalia: 4159 Endive/Chicory: 4543 Onion, White: 4663 Apples, Braeburn: 4103 Onion, Yellow: 4665 Ginger Root: 4612 Being a cashier at the local grocery store proved more taxing than it seemed. “Bok Choy,” I said to the bulbous greens a soft-faced woman handed me. Bok Choy: 4545 “I’m surprised you know what that is!” I resisted the urge to tell her it was my job to. “Do I look clueless?” My employee discount was a regular customer in the snack aisles, and I always split two for $7.00 pints of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough with my best friend Myriam. “Not clueless, exactly,” she scooped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Ice Cream: Bar Code, Freezer Aisle. Note: scrape frost off bar code to avoid scanning issues. “Then what? Why do people always assume I don’t know anything?” I fished into a bag of pretzels. “It’s because you’ve never had your heart broken,” she popped the spoon out of her mouth. “So?” “So, you’re happy. You seem happy,” she carved circles into the carton.

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Day #2: Ubiety

Let’s play a game of hide and seek. I’ve got to be somewhere in the world. If I gave you a clue, do you think you could find me? Meet me where we met. Do you remember that about our friendship? I do. I take my friendships very seriously. You told me a secret for the first time against a wall of mailboxes.We started to become friends when you saw me watching Orange is The New Black on my laptop, and had to give me your two cents. That’s your style. I saw you truly panic for the first time next to two rumbling washing machines. The first time I saw you drunk was in your West Village apartment on New Year’s Eve. Cherry liquor will do that to a girl.
You may remember where you shared your first meal with the loser who broke your heart instead of where we shared ours, but we are friends, not lovers. We will share meals and moments again and again.

Cheers to the 100 Day Project,
Michelle Ajodah

Day #1: Ennui

The heat seeped in through the walls, and I hid from it underneath my bedsheets. It was two in the afternoon, and I had nowhere to be. It should have felt like freedom, like being the shining pearl of an oyster’s meaty center, having the world at my command with no responsibilities. That’s what my friends failed at convincing me when they were trying to cheer me up. Days dripped by like extended yawns. There was nothing that made time disappear the way laying in bed did. The lethargy crawled into my bones, and made stimuli painful and exhausting. I needed a job, but there weren’t any left. I could’ve sewn a blanket from the number of printed resumés strewn across my floor.

Was sewing a skill I could put on my resumé?

Cheers to the 100 Day Project,
Michelle Ajodah