Michelle was sure she wasn't good at following directions. Possibly it was because she'd never been focused on completely anything that might help her forward her life. That had to be it. Or so she assumed. But a part of her wondered if maybe she didn't want anything great in her life. She didn't deserve it.
Of course, it made herself angry that she felt that way. She wanted to stop being her worst enemy. At least Kramer coaxed her into applying for the job that Dax mentioned on their little lunch date. She was reluctant, yet went for the series of interviews. It felt as if she might be joining the circus.
"Maybe, I would have better luck joining the Army." She was a free agent now, so to speak. It might do her good. Have someone tell her what to do.
"I dunno." Kramer told her. "It feels like you might be running from something. Lets wait and see if it works out with this job." Of course, he didn't have much time for her. He was working on his own family problems. He couldn't let her be seen with him. It was best if she needed to talk, talk to Dax.
She guessed Dax was a good listener. And she knew he wanted to help. He wasn't nearly as freakish as she thought he might be. After all, Kramer told her a few things about him. But he seemed to be on the road to recovery.
When the job came through, she thought she owed him something.
"No, you don't." Dax seemed shaky about it. He didn't want to have dinner with her as some sort of celebration.
"But I don't understand." Michelle was confused about his nature. "Its just dinner." She didn't want to be alone. She lived in a boarding house. It wasn't like she could use the kitchen for her own food.
Finally he gave in as if he had to be the last on her long list of friends that she could go out with. She hated to tell him, that he was the only one. She had more enemies than friends.