Tuesday, April 7
Apartment hunting is turning out to be harder than I had anticipated. It turns out that a cabana-girl doesn’t make quite enough money to live on her own in Key Largo, Florida. Marina had suggested finding some more mature roommates, but I really had my heart set on my own spot. Besides, most women my age have a significant other that they cohabitate with.
Maybe I need to look for a new job at the Club. I’m not sure what else I’m qualified for, but I’ve been working here for three years, so that should give me some seniority over outside applicants. There must be something else I can do there. Besides, all of this intense sunlight probably isn’t good for my skin. I slather on the sunscreen, but I still have a farmer’s tan in all of the places my khaki-shorts-and-polo-shir
