Outgrowing your clothes Pt2

“I told you, Hanna, if you don’t reboot, the update won’t take effect and you’ll still have your loading issues. You need to restart the computer and let it, no, no, you have to.”

Caitlin was propped up on one of the counters in her kitchen, listening to one of the firm’s partners drone on about how her computer wouldn’t load any PDFs, even though she had told the stuck up peacock about twenty times that she had updates installed and it meant restarting the computer before they took hold. For some reason though, the woman on the other end refused to listen and would prefer to call her over and over to complain about things still not working properly.

“Yeah. Ok. Alright, I’ll remote in after lunch. Whenever you are about to go out or whatever, let me know and I’ll sign in. Thanks.”

Caitlin hung up the phone and gave a loud gasp and put the phone down, anger coursing through her veins. It had only been three weeks since the firm had gone completely remote, and most of the attorneys were clueless as to how to keep things working properly. She was getting hit with the most ridiculous emails (one attorney literally asked why his laptop wouldn’t power on, admitting that he hadn’t plugged it into the wall in days). If this kept up, she was going to go insane.

“Fucking idiots”, she cursed before hopping down and tightening the draw string of her oversized shorts.

She had purchased them the week before “G-Day” (the day almost the entire US shut down) and they were still swimming on her. She had washed them twice, hoping they’d shrink, but it was no luck. Worse, she noticed that the stains on them weren’t coming out either, even with stain remover. It was frustrating, and almost made her want to return them, but with things shut down, she knew there was almost no way a thrift store would be considered a vital business, so she just sucked it up and wore them anyway. It was only ten bucks anyway, a drop in the bucket.

This was only her third time wearing them, but she had to admit that they were comfortable. The fabric seemed almost like cotton, only it was stretchier. It also had a lightness to it, one she couldn’t explain. There were many times it felt like she wasn’t even wearing anything, even when she was tightening the waistband or adjusting the shirt. They made her feel good, and she found herself beginning to the think she should wear them more often.

Once finished adjusting her clothes, the chimp scratched her hairy stomach and felt a rumble emanate from it, one that echoed in her tiny kitchen.

“Okay, okay. You haven’t had anything in you since oatmeal this morning. I get it”, she said to herself, almost trying to reason with her hunger.

She opened the fridge doors and glanced at what was in there. It was a mix of healthy foods and beverages, a testament to a lifetime of solid eating. Today, however, for some reason, Caitlin was craving something other than a salad or a smoothie. She wanted meat. Maybe a chicken burger?

“Let me see if there is anything open today. All this stress has gotten me worked up and really hungry”, she said out loud, before pulling up her phone to see what places were still operating on a semi normal schedule.