I sit here in room 330A in the maternity ward at St. Margaret Mercy Medical Center, wishing away the nuns that keep visiting me. I keep telling them I’m not Catholic, but I think they’re required to visit since I’m a charity case. My water broke yesterday as I was leaving yet another job interview I’d epically failed. Walking across the marble floor in the lobby of the huge office building, heading straight for the revolving doors that would lead me out to the street, my eyes to the floor afte. . .

I sit here in room 330A in the maternity ward at St. Margaret Mercy Medical Center, wishing away the nuns that keep visiting me. I keep telling them I’m not Catholic, but I think they’re required to visit since I’m a charity case. My water broke yesterday as I was leaving yet another job interview I’d epically failed. Walking across the marble floor in the lobby of the huge office building, heading straight for the revolving doors that would lead me out to the street, my eyes to the floor afte. . .