In Need of Repair_Salesman of the Year_Staying Wistful_The Job Search
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In Need of Repair
[CW: COVID mention, swearing]In the basement of the derelict single-family home, Jeff replaced the AC filter, even though it didn’t need to be changed. He sat on the half-carpeted floor, with the cold of the concrete pushing through his heavy blue jeans. Bored of still acting busy, Jeff brushed his calloused fingers through his thinning salt-and-pepper crew cut, adjusted his wire-framed glasses, and pushed himself up. A yellow cloud of exposed insulation billowed out from between the wooden beams of the walls. There was actual work he should’ve been doing if there was any hope of selling the p...
Salesman of the Year
Author's note: References to violence. Sexual innuendos.I was sitting at my desk at work, twiddling my thumbs. It was a time when New York seemed to have won the battle against COVID and the rules for working in the office had been relaxed somewhat so I came in a few days a week. To be truthful, I was getting bored and fed up at home. My wife had decided to change the family rules of who was responsible for what in terms of chores so the quality of my life there had seriously diminished. I had not previously viewed my office as a refuge but that was the current state of affairs. I’m Jack Sprag...
Staying Wistful
Darkness emits a comfort to me. In times of strife, worry, or complete mental undoing, all of it can be remedied through this masking of reality. My reality is unique in a way. I wake up to a room of arid, dry gray walls. The dimensions of the walls and ceiling are perfectly even and inside it is only myself, and a bed. Sound is nearly nonexistent in this prison, confined to the vibrations I create by moving around. Likewise, if I do nothing, the world reciprocates my ambition. Lacking is a peer or alternative member to create cause, to instill effect. It is me and me alone in this room. In so...
The Job Search
Nannette answered the door with a smile Kathie wanted to slap off her face. She probably had good news, but not for Kathie; it never was. Rather, Nannette would tell her that she’d gotten a raise, that she’d planned another vacation at a posh resort in the Bahamas or Hawaii, that she’d managed to snag one of the now-sold-out new iPhones, or any of the other infinite number of perks of her unearned station. Kathie would have to sit there as she gushed, simmering with a heat all too familiar, and that became more caustic each time it struck.Nannette backed up, allowing her into the foyer, a two-...