If it wasn't for kids, snow, bells and silly jingles, I'd be under the impression it was still mid June, maybe even April. Seeing as I don't participate in any of the holidays, including my own birthday, which I find absurd celebrating the day you were born, my schedule is never definite and always prone to change at any given time or day. It's more like bad traffic at rush hour. You drive, stop, switch lanes, honk, drive, curse, flip someone off, spit, crash, drive, smoke, repeat. But not this week. The contracts seemed to come daily, and not in singles, but doubles, and recently, a whole damned group. Do I like to promote, publicize and portray my company? Yes I do, but not at will or my own doing. Through me, I work small wonders in making my company rank number 1 in the world. Or close to that. What do I really care? Maybe I do, but it rarely occurs to me given the circumstances. Forget not the fact that I do work two jobs at once, men can multi-task more efficiently than women, a point I've proven over and over again to many a co-worker.
Christmas decorations gave me quite a shock as I left my house this morning. They must've evaded my elusive attention for a week or two. More perhaps. I made a joke to the hot-dog stand owner, as I grabbed a chili dog before sprinting off like a coyote in pursuit of its prey; in my situation, being the bus, about how people in the city were a little too eager to celebrate something they didn't understand. Its not like the city's made up of Christians entirely. Every race and religion celebrates Christmas, a world wide known fact that has puzzled me for years. Hot-dog owner; his name is Ronny, looked at me funny, smiled and said : "It's the happiest time of the year!". For some, maybe, but the image of a monk singing Silent Night is comical and disturbing at best. No offense.
It worried me how the company crunched down on me for the details of every contract I closed, how smooth it went or if there were any problems I'd faced during the closure. Within a week, I'd received more contracts than I'd normally get in a month. No complaints on my part, but I would like to spend the rest of the year taking a normal bath in the hot sun, slugging down tons of margaritas, instead of showers at night, standing, washing off any remnants of the days work and mending the mess it came with. It exhausted parts of me that was vaguely intriguing while it lasted but something I'd rather not have as a norm.
Mandy knocked on the door as I was going through my paperwork, and I knew it wasn't because the washing machines were jammed again.....
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