at least i’m employed

that annoying ass alarm sounds, and after several smacks on the snooze button, i finally get out of bed. harsh sunlight reflects off white snow on the ground; 2:00 p.m. cold bare feet pad across white carpet to the kitchen. fresh pot of coffee starts muttering, nicotine screams to be let in my lungs.

out the door – always a perpetual 5 minutes behind- to an iced-down, snow-piled car. naturally i didn’t park on the opposite side of the parking lot like usual last night or the sun would have already melted it.

10 minutes later now i’m pushing fashionably late. naturally charles st. is closed this afternoon because Obama’s in town. skip down a couple exits to sit on the interstate which now resembles a parking lot- offically late for work.

nicotine the whole drive, chap stick, gum, lip gloss, hair check, have everything, work……i must find a new gig.

~ by Rachel on January 21, 2009.