Of Brandy Bottles and Garden Tools_The Red Fields of France_Blowing Smoke_I met my ''I quit&
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Of Brandy Bottles and Garden Tools
Of Brandy Bottles and Garden ToolsHe was the best bass player in town. The best bass player, but the nicest guy. And a stage personality that put the show-offs of 80s hair metal to shame.After a series of disasters with his existing bassist, from having to play as a three-piece thanks to angry tantrums, bar chicks who were threatened, chairs thrown, Shannon was left without a bass player. Danger was good, but it was hard to tell how much of the bass he played and how much of it was just fiddling. Play a bit, fiddle with knobs. Play a bit, fiddle with knobs. As if a bass head lost its settings ...
The Red Fields of France
Major Terrence “Poppy” Fortescue sat as upright as he could in his army hospital bed. Located two kilometres from Passchendaele, France, his second in command, Special Adjutant Arthur “Dinky” Jenkins sat by his bedside, sharing a moment with him, before heading back to the front line. Discharged from the same hospital, Jenkins had recovered from shrapnel wounds that tore through the flesh on his right arm – the same bombardment that robbed Fortescue of his lower right leg and most of his left arm. The few shards of hot shrapnel that sliced into Jenkins’ muscle, had fortunately prevented any f...
Blowing Smoke
Eva had a plan. On her break, she exited the Garden, and walked toward the Sycamore tree at the far end of the parking lot. The tree was the designated smoker’s area for guests of the Garden. At a staff meeting, she heard Garden founder, Dr. Elmwood, discuss twww.onedoor.cche virtues and benefits of socializing over a smoke. Eva never smoked, but she carried a pack of cigarettes. Recently hired, she hoped to get acquainted with the clients. Despite lacking experience, she knew befriending clients was no option. But, by way of gaining trust, a smoke break seemed a promising strategy. The Garden, an informa...
I met my ''I quit''
A conversation between two people, acquaintances, possible friends.“I quit. I quit. I do quit!”“How come you quit?“There’s no other way. Quitting is not the end.”“Sit down let’s talk. Tell me more. Why do you quit? And what do you quit?”“It’s not easy to say, it’s not easy to speak out.”“Try, I am by your side. I am your friend. I can understand. I have quit, quit so many times. I know what it feels like to quit. But what are you quitting?”“I am quitting not aligning who I am and my results. I am quitting a job that never took care of me as it should have. I am quitting over giving and not rec...