“I hope I didn’t catch you at work,” he says a breath after I say hello.
“Oh no, you didn’t,” my spoken words vying against the stream of consciousness going through my brain.
You didn’t catch me at work because I have no work. As of yesterday, I’m done. No more work. Just school. All.day.long.
I have no purpose.
No financial contribution to my family.
How will I even keep up my skills?
What will people think when I say I don’t work?
I guess I’m technically “working” at school — but does it really count?
Why does it matter so much to me?