Living Proof

(This photo was a Halloween shot at work. The theme was 'the futuristic office', so I chose my future would be working at home, hence the robe, towel, cup of coffee & flip flops. I'm actually wearing purple silk pajamas from Victoria Secret in there.) There was a time where I thought my life would only consist of a cubicle, dim florescent lights and a boss that would badger me for the rest of my days until the day I retired. Home life was all about resting. I didn't even notice the little things around me, like a beautiful view of the mountains, a hot cup of coffee to be enjoyed slowly or just listening to music, unwinding with a glass of wine. It was simple: get up, grab coffee on the way to work, sit in traffic, deal with bullshit at work, dive into traffic again, eat a quick dinner and go to sleep...do it all over again. I remember one of my coworkers had given our boss two weeks notice. One day, while sitting at the lunch table, we asked her why she was leavi...

Wouldn’t it be great if we were like cats and had nine lives? Some people believe that we do come back (reincarnation), but I’m not so sure about that. I’d be scared I would be punished by God and come back as a goat getting my nipples tugged for milk every morning. My life is a little close to that, but no cigar. What if this is it? No, I’m not talking about death now, I’m speaking about life. What if “this is it”? What we’re doing - our jobs, our family and friends as well as the everyday mundane things that occur daily? Do you feel stuck? Do you feel like your life is just the same ol’ bullshit day after day after day? I’m sick and tired of being “stuck”. This is one of the many reasons why I have chosen to write. It’s something I love to do.  After working at 9-5 corporate zombie-like jobs and noticing my anxiety heightening to where they had to take me out of the building in a gurney, I decided it was time for a change. I decided to commit the perfect suicide.  I reinve...

Can I blame everything on Mercury, or is it just my life being so ass-backwards lately that nothing is going my way? Evne my spelilng hsa been jsut awful lately. My editor swings back my work and slaps me in the face about five times before it gets submitted for publishing. I really should consider waitressing or acting. Even as a waitress, I’ve always sent the wrong food to the wrong table, gave them potato salad instead of cold slaw and always forgot to include their artery clogging tarter sauce with their fish and chips. God forbid the wrong check was tossed on the wrong table. All hell broke loose or I would get a wink from the truck driver who received the $1.00 bill for his ribeye. He’d always come back on Tuesdays with a twinkle in his eye. The poor guy always had a little schmutz on his scruffy beard and a flannel shirt that reeked of gasoline and motor oil. I always wondered if he had a wife and family at home. After my waitressing days and officially done with school, I went ...