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Encounter on Saturday mornings.
It’s Saturday morning again. My only time for peace. Since starting this awful job months ago, I couldn’t paint as much as I wanted to. Stressful work and overtime took every ounce of my energy during the week. The thought of holding a brush had become exhausting. I couldn’t paint for weeks, before I managed to force myself to grab my art supplies, went to the park, and painted on one Saturday morning. Now, it has become a routine.You have no idea how relieving it is when the weekdays are over. I can take my time waking up, open my windows, and enjoy breathing the fresh air of this lovely city...
See Through Me
The fateful words had just rolled off her tongue, it was too late to take them back. “I quit” is a pretty hard thing to erase once it has been said. Sarah had worked for the worst boss in the world for what seemed like forever. She was condescending, aggravating, and most of all, impossible to talk to. Sarah had mwww.onedoor.ccany complaints about having to work for Betty, but she didn’t want to lose her job. It had taken too long to find a placement.Oh, how she longed to tell that sorry excuse for a boss exactly what she thought of her. Then again, it was nice to have fresh food on the table. Not worrying...
Rural Route 12: Bev's Shoes Attend a Party
Allergen Warning: Profanity A pink palace in a sea of perfectly-manicured green lawn, the large "shoe-shed" at the back of Beverly Meeks’ property was a beauty to behold and a testament to depraved matrimony. Originally a mid-sized industrial chicken coop, the customized shed now held the footwear trophies of her successful behavior modification experiments on her husband, Dan, throughout the 17 years of their marriage (he remained oblivious). Yards of unending styles and colors “popped” – metaphorically – as the door opened, along with automated display lights and the hiss of humidity-contro...
Employee of the Month
Wally wiped a fingerprint off his plaque with his monogrammed handkerchief. He couldn’t blame others for pawing at his award, for it truly was glorious: Employee of the Month, East-Northeast Sales Division 03, Town of Franklin, March 2020. Fitting recognition for his instrumental role in securing a partnership with the Mexicans. That the Mexican partners went under right after could hardly be blamed on him. He took a step back, and it struck him how his plaque was a lonely beacon of hope, a single glimmer of fame on a wall, otherwise, of shame. There was his name on March 2020, and pretty much...