Unfortunately

A drag on a beautiful day. I sit, sipping coffee. My puppy eyes gaze out the window from my work space…

My constricted workspace. Where it’s hot cause I get all heat from customers. My manager is wack, always on my back. I yearn to jump through this window. Into freedom. If there was a sunset, I’d run into it. Time would not be handcuffs, on my wrists anymore. But after the thrill of quitting has worn. I’d be asking who is paying for rent next month? or food for the rest of this week? I need this wack ass job!

Unfortunately….

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