I lifted my leg and walked away.
I caught the last subway home, which was packed like a sardine can.
But what does it matter? I'm willing. This is the life I'm supposed to lead.
I slept in until the sun was high in the sky and got up to eat instant noodles.
Went out to buy groceries, and came back to make dinner for myself and Xiaodeng.
At 4:50 PM, I received a call from the Translation Bureau's personnel department, telling me to report to the newspaper archives tomorrow.
I remembered Cheng Jiayang speaking to me bitterly, "You don't want to be a translator anymore? That's great, the Translation Bureau is short on slots. You don't have to be one; I'll find you another good place."
His efficiency in handling matters was truly high. I had been banished to the archives, second only to the Retirement Office and the Family Planning Office.
I added two more scoops of rice to the pot. As I washed the rice, I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "Smile, smile, smile."
