The Work Trip_Overtime_Parting Wisdom_Eccentric Elderly Wisdom
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The Work Trip
“Okay two pairs of pants, three shirts... Should I bring a nice dress or a casual dress?” I paced in front of my dresser. This was likely going to be my biggest convention yet. I still couldn't believe I'd been chosen to go. Here I was still only a level two in my career path and I was invited to go to the regional marketing convention!Of course, I worked my very hardest at all of the work I do, but still. I was only three years into my career. I'd made quick progress and my superiors always told me what potential I had, but what about the other designers? I knew designers who had six years ex...
Overtime
In a moment, the orchestra switched from smooth jazz music to a high-pitched trilling. I paused mid-twirl, extremely confused, and shot the conductor a quizzical look but he shrugged and carried on unperturbed. The next thing I knew, there was a thud, and I found myself entangled in a bunch of silk sheets flailing around at the foot of my bed. The telephone rang again in the distance. I looked over at the wall clock. The glow in the dark hands were a little past two. I groaned loudly and shuffled towards the hallway. At this hour, no news could be good news. "Hello?""Listen, I've been thinking...
Parting Wisdom
“I think this is it.” Carean mumbles to himself. He pulls his backpack off his shoulder and begins to rummage through it. “Not that. Nope. Did I forget it? Ah, no here it is.” He grabs the journal and opens to the bookmarked page. A large tree, twisted and beautiful, is drawn across it. A large X is drawn at its base, near a large root and a hole in the trunk. Carean searches for the spot. Once he finds it, he removes the small garden shovel from his backpack and crams it into the earth.Clink! His shovel strikes something metal. “Finally.” He sighs, digging the rest of the dirt away with his ...
Eccentric Elderly Wisdom
The memory of her guffawing classmates still followed Shari down the sidewalk where she skipped a grinning path around early dinner diners and off-duty nine-to-fivers. Her brown boots clomped with victory to the tune of crawling traffic. The homework had been, “Write about your thoughts on predetermined futures or the results of karma.” Shari’s definite high mark was exhibited in the shared exuberance fwww.onedoor.ccilling that literature hall as she proudly expounded on the absurdity of any such superstitions.Humor was her jam—her fruitiest, most succulent jam...made of peaches and pineapple syrup.A folde...