When I got home, all I wanted was a cold diet ginger ale to settle the acid in my stomach and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner. Pb&j may not be. The format data came in had been changed this week, so the expected time budget no longer worked. Additional reports explaining why the weekly reports were off target had to be written, distributed, ignored, shredded, and re-calibrated to be more inclusive for next quarter.Why not leave well enough alone?
My boss likes stress. More specifically, my boss likes to share stress with all of us. The more of us he can get on the stress train, the happier he usually is. Then again, once he's delegated everything and reallocated it, he spends the rest of the day shopping online. If it glitters he buys it for his wife and daughters. Last year, he had so many spare pairs of Diamonique solitaire earrings, he gave a pair to every one of his direct reports. As the only female, I got two pairs, one to wear and the other to share. Thoughtful, no? I would have appreciated either a Christmas ham or fifty bucks a lot more, but the earrings are decent and I've worn them a few times.
After I unlocked the apartment door, I dropped my purse by the sofa, stepped out of my pumps, and wandered to the fridge. I opened the door and saw nothing. It wasn't like the boxed twelve pack of soda was the only thing missing, I mean the last time the fridge was this empty, Grady and I had moved into the place. The freezer was also devoid of everything except an old ice cube tray. Even that was empty.
I closed the door, opened it again, and closed it. I shook my head as I opened it yet again. It was as though the interior of my refrigerator had transformed into a desert: bright light, vast expanse of nothing, and I even thought if I squinted right, I'd see tumbleweeds could have been moving between the shelves.
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tbc
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