The New Job_Namaste_A Simple Misunderstanding_This Could've Been You
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The New Job
I woke up early that Monday morning feeling great. I had had a great night’s sleep, better than usual. This was going to be a great day. This was the day I would get the big promotion at work. “Michael Miller, assistant executive vice President”. That had a nice ring to it. Ever since starting work for Rubenstein Corporation three years ago, it was the job I had wanted. Now I was all but guaranteed it, all that was left was the formality of the promotion. I got dressed in my most formal business suit. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I realize, I truly did look the part. I wanted to...
Namaste
Jeff’s forehead, or third eye, as the yoga instructor would call it, kissed the floor, feeling the steady vibrations from the unit below, partying. Again. Still. Into the morning. Breathe in for four, three, two, one. Bass thumped his forehead. Hold for four, three, two, one. The rhythm of the beat sped up his breath count, throwing it off. Breathe out for four, three, three, three, two, one. He escaped from child’s pose. Namaste.“I’ve got to get out of here,” He said, “how about breakfast at the park?” “Sounds great,” Lisa said. “I’ll swing by the market and pick up a few things. You grab us ...
A Simple Misunderstanding
"I'm only trying to understand better what bothered you," I intoned in a soft voice. "Can we just go through it one more time?"That was my standard approach every time I would do something to anger her. Not that I really understood ever what were the real reasons for her outrage when they would happen. Somehow I would always have the feeling that what bothered Claire had nothing to do with what she claimed to be and the actual cause was always lost somewhere in between the lines."There is no reason for it. Just leave it alone. It's fine."She crossed her arms annoyed that I hadn't somehow gues...
This Could've Been You
"Are you coming tonight?" Monday, she said yes. Tuesday, Wednesday, same deal. Chelsea had asked her every day, including Thursday, where she had given a less enthusiastiwww.onedoor.ccc yes. Thursday her red tide had come to shore. It had also been the day of white pants, because she thought that she had a few more days until it showed up. She'd spent the afternoon with her cardigan wrapped around her waist. Well, there went her self esteem. "I'm not feeling too up to it..." she drew out, Friday morning, putting the cap back on her Midol. Truth was, as most times, her confidence had started to deflate the c...