Any one who have been plagued with the heavy burden of having a unique and complex name will understand my pain.
While she was working she got a message on her screen telling her to go to the small conference room. She knew this was coming, in her opinion ‘unnecessary’, but nevertheless it was going to happen.
She logged out of her station and proceeded to the small conference room. They were at least eight shift managers in their orange vest that says “Manager”, like we can’t pick out fake in a crowd, and two people from human resources already seated in the small conference room.
“Great, the whole gang is here”, she whispered to herself.
The general manager of that building was also there, and he was the first to talk
“hey Simi, thanks for joining us”
“like I had a choice” she murmured
“this is not an ambush, we just want to talk”
“it sure does feel like it”
“Look around, and say that again! I have got about eight manager surrounding me, and about five of which wanna take turns showing me a very narrow path in which to take a walk. Oh! and don’t forget the two HR buddies who just want to get this over with.”
“but you seem to be handling it well”
“what can I say, I hate bullies”
“we are not trying to bully you”
“yeah, and Nixon didn’t hide the tape! Listen, I don’t know what this is about, but I guess it had something to do with what I told Jim yesterday. I know what I said, and I stand by every word of it, if you have a problem with what I said please! by all means fire me, but make no mistake I will have my day in court.”
“Like I said simi, this is not an ambush. We heard what you said to Jim and we just wanted to go through your concerns. Despite what you might believe, we are not all against you”
“okay, i will humor you, just for shit and giggles”
I really miss writing. With working and going to school full-time I haven’t had anytime to write, but here is a short piece I just came up with right now. It is a conversation between two people without the other present.
“hey glumly goose, what do you call a hunter who shots a deer with either hands?”
“a greedy sonofabitch?”
“ha ha, real funny.”
“hey, before we kickoff this whole shebang i just want to let you know that it is your job to throw yourself on my casket and weep at my funeral.”
“hold that thought, i just might go first, but i don’t want your tears all over my gold chrome casket.”
“hahaha…awwww… I have been hit. False alarm, still invincible!!”
“keep it up Rumpelstiltskin!, douche.”
atleast they converse in humor now.
I know when we grew up our shadows grew up too, but
all my life I’ve being afraid of falling backwards, and moving forward, but
my progress was like making faces in the dark, but
move on I will!
oxygen reminds me of what I have lost, yeah
when the wolves come out to play I run and hide
in that moment I think back to everything, and i realize
Am still breathing, I am alive!!
Do not mistake my quite for dunce
for every second a new thought is formed
in my brain, it is stored
yes, just twist the dagger in a little more
as I moan in pain, I refuse to satisfy you with my tears
just a little air Oh just a tiny space
in there, a method to my madness
draft, review, finalize, and publish it all in your honor
they call it revenge but I call it Revenge
the author of your pain, will I be
and trust me I know how it ends
I wrote the book.
My poetic juice is drained for today
genius will come in the morning.
It funny how he that draw the first sword
always expect sympathy when the favor is reciprocated
they will be the first to express that,
an eye for an eye makes the world blind
oh, but the expression on their face is a sight to behold
“however much the buttocks are in a hurry, they will always remain behind“
“It requires a lot of carefulness to kill the fly that perches on the scrotum”