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me change the entire format, the bullets I had used, and rephrase many of my job descriptions. “Scheduling reservations for guests” under my hotel job became “Provided excellent customer service to all guests, handling all phone calls in a friendly and timely manner, and checking in guests with a positive attitude.”
    “Thanks for all your help, dear. You’ve worked wonders,” I told Hannah after clicking ‘save’ for the last time on my résumé document.
    “Not a problem. I hope you get the interview! I’m not a big spa person, but I would definitely come get something done if you were the manager.”
    “For half off!” Lila shouted from the kitchen, where I could hear popcorn kernels popping in the microwave. 
    “You wish!” I yelled back, smiling at my roommate as she came into the living room holding a giant pink bucket filled with buttered popcorn in one hand and a full wine glass in the other.
    “How many calories does popcorn have?” she questioned, taking a seat on the chair opposite me and Hannah on the couch. I set my laptop on the floor, clicking ‘save’ one more time on my résumé to reassure myself, and settled in for a nice chat.
    “It’s not the unhealthiest thing for you to eat, but certainly worse than some fruits or vegetables. Do you have butter and salt on it?” Hannah asked her.
    Lila paused with her hand halfway to her mouth. “Duh! That’s the only way I can eat popcorn.”
    “You could cut a lot more calories from it if you didn’t add salt and used low-fat butter instead. That spray butter is supposed to be pretty good.”
    Lila shoved one handful of popcorn in her mouth, followed by another. Then a gulp of wine. “Sure, right. What about wine? I heard it’s good for you.”
    “Red wine is the best; it’s good for your heart. But that’s one or two glasses, not the whole bottle in one night.”
    “This is only my third glass!” Lila protested.
    “How have you drank three already? We haven’t been home that long. I’m still on my first,” I said, holding up my glass as proof. Lila had bought some decorators earlier in the year when we decided we were turning into winos, and mine had pink and purple butterflies wrapped around the stem. Lila sported green butterflies on hers. Hannah was drinking a Powerade, no decorator needed. 
    “I don’t know. This wine just goes down so smooth. I’m glad we splurged on a nice bottle this time.”
    “The four-dollar wine did not taste that bad!” Even though Alicia sent me money each month, I didn’t think she wanted me to blow it all on expensive wine. I budgeted carefully, and had been trying to build up my savings account for months.
    “Yeah, it wasn’t terrible,” Lila conceded, right as her phone started to ring. “Joel. Again. Are you guys keeping track of the phone calls?”
    “I think this is call seven. Why don’t you just answer the phone?” Hannah asked.
    “Because I told him I was busy tonight and not coming over. He needs to learn that I’m not at his beck and call each and every night. Shut up!” she bellowed at the phone, hiding it in the couch cushions once it started again. We could only faintly hear the muffled chime.
    “And we wonder why we’re single, right, Hannie?” I asked with a chuckle.
    “Right. No offense, Lils, but you don’t make being in a relationship look like that much fun.”
    “I don’t? No, I guess I don’t. I’m sorry, guys. He’s just been so overbearing lately. I don’t know what his deal is. But I’m trying not to let it bother me. Let’s talk about something else. Han–– what do you look for in the perfect guy? Maybe it’s time I put my matchmaking skills to work.”
    “Um, no thanks. I didn’t know you had any ‘matchmaking skills.’” Hannah said as she made quotes around the words.
    “Well, not really, but I bet I could if I put my mind to it. Come on; let me find you the perfect man!”
    “I don’t have time for a relationship. I’m