I almost did it at work_Crazy day_Who's she?_Not the Trip I Planned
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I almost did it at work
I had just come out of a disciplinary hearing for throttling my manager. He was messing with my schedule. The one I sacrifice for by working regular overtime. This ego-maniac was interrupting my life and I wasn't having it. He had changed the work schedule without my knowledge. Forcing me to work on the last week of the month. The week I consistently plan in advance for my month-to-month home visits. I had a good mind to twist my wrists as his neck sat constricted in my hands. But I knew the outcome of such actions. My grip was broken by my frantic colleagues. Telling me not to do something I'...
Crazy day
Karen jumped out of bed, startled by the continuous ringing of the alarm. She turned it off and looked at the time in shock. No way. How was it 7:00a.m. already? She was going to be late for work. She snatched her towel off the wardrobe and rushed to the bathroom to turn on the tap. Where was her toothbrush? She entered back into the room, leaving the door open as she rummaged her wardrobe for the brush. Oh my God, Oh my God, how did this happen? The thoughts whirled in her head. She usually set her alarm for 6 but she must have been so tired from work the day before that she most likely conti...
Who's she?
Who is she? She cannot tell a lie. She is red. She iwww.onedoor.ccs alive. That's the only truth she can be sure of. That's all she knows because if she cannot tell a lie, she is very gullible. She falls for whatever people tell her about herself. Because herself she does not know. This leads to many lies. Little ones, because she cant tell what truth is.So the story goes. An honest girl walked into a bar and only got out due to the diligence of her bestfriend, who she loved very much and planned to escape to ever after with. This honest girl had golden hair and dangerous curves. She had the heart of a pira...
Not the Trip I Planned
Not the Trip I PlannedHe was not the children’s father but taught them to fish. Looking back now, I realize it was not quite as I remembered; he needed rides to the fishing holes because he didn’t have a car. That was the problem; he would take my car and leave me stranded. I would usually be at work and need to pick up my children from daycare and after-school programs. I had been in a vicarious situation for the last time around November 10th while temping at the Post Office, so I found a used car in the paper and insisted he purchases it. This was a good plan for a few weeks until, like mos...