• 29/11/2013 •
Dear Camile,
Holy fuck, Jonathan Parker? I'm so so so happy for you! And yes you mentioned him before (several times, actually). I think I even know him personally, but I don't know how though. Probably went to the same gym together before I moved away.
Who am I kidding, I'd never go to the gym.
The job interview went awful, by the way. The women who interviewed me was just so intimidating; I nearly peed myself. She asked the questions just on such a harsh tone, as if she was interrogating me after I murdered someone.
Guess I won't get the job at The FoodFactory then. They payed awful anyways, I'm practically already over it.
Also, last week I discovered something great (or actually my mom did when she was unpacking the last few boxes). Remember those friendship bracelets we used to make when we were kids? Well, apparently my mom kept them and she found them again. One had your name on it so I sent it together with this letter.
But my mom calls if I can help her move the fridge, (yes, she's re-decorating the kitchen again), so I have to go now.
Love, Quentin
