This is a little different than I planned but figured what the heck!
Here we are at the END of one year and the Beginning of another. We had sad times, Happy times, unbelievable, believable, some we want to forget, and some we want to remember Forever.
The GOOD news is we survived them all! We are still here!
Some have JOBS, some Don't. Some have FOOD, some don't. Some shared the Holidays with FRIENDS, some found out the ones they thought were friends, are NOT. Some spent time with FAMILY, some the family forgot.
The point of all this is we have a whole NEW YEAR to:
Plan to see Family more, or less.
Keep the Friends we want, kick the rest to the curb.
Be the best we can be on the Job, or get a new one.
Never give UP trying to find Work, or Rot your Brain doing nothing.
LIVE LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW AND ENJOY THIS YEAR WITH NO REGRETS!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Tight Quarters
I really don't know why I crawled into this tiny, dark place. The pin size holes only let in enough light so that I still know it isn't dark yet.
The slate grey locker looked cool and inviting while the door was open. Not now, as I closed the door the darkness seemed to engulf the cheery light that was present before.
Why did I have to go and shut it? Sticking my finger in the little hole doesn't open it. I wonder when someone will come into this room so I can ask them to let me out. "Help let me out of here!" Oh well, there is no one there yet.
The rust feels really crusty and coarse to the touch, and it's all crumbling on my legs. I don't like the way my knees feel all cramped, pushed up to my chin. Hope someone comes soon, the musty smell of wet bathing suits is starting to get to me. Boy am I glad I'm not a suit.
The cold feel of the edge along my face is like someone holding a butter knife against it when I peer out the hole into the locker room.
Hey I can hear voices coming this way. They seem distant like talking to someone on the phone in another state or country. I think I'll try again anyway, "Help let me out of here."
"Who's there?" a voice answers back.
"Me, Amy Sue. I'm stuck in a locker, help!"
"We hear you Amy, keep talking so we know which one."
"Here, I'll stick my finger in the hole. Can you see me? Thank God you made it. I thought I was going to starve. What time is it? I feel like I've been in there for hours."
The lady replied, "Ten seventeen."
"You're kidding! I've only been in these tight quarters twenty minutes." I exclaimed, "I don't believe it!"
Written by Joy Wallace April 9th 1985
The slate grey locker looked cool and inviting while the door was open. Not now, as I closed the door the darkness seemed to engulf the cheery light that was present before.
Why did I have to go and shut it? Sticking my finger in the little hole doesn't open it. I wonder when someone will come into this room so I can ask them to let me out. "Help let me out of here!" Oh well, there is no one there yet.
The rust feels really crusty and coarse to the touch, and it's all crumbling on my legs. I don't like the way my knees feel all cramped, pushed up to my chin. Hope someone comes soon, the musty smell of wet bathing suits is starting to get to me. Boy am I glad I'm not a suit.
The cold feel of the edge along my face is like someone holding a butter knife against it when I peer out the hole into the locker room.
Hey I can hear voices coming this way. They seem distant like talking to someone on the phone in another state or country. I think I'll try again anyway, "Help let me out of here."
"Who's there?" a voice answers back.
"Me, Amy Sue. I'm stuck in a locker, help!"
"We hear you Amy, keep talking so we know which one."
"Here, I'll stick my finger in the hole. Can you see me? Thank God you made it. I thought I was going to starve. What time is it? I feel like I've been in there for hours."
The lady replied, "Ten seventeen."
"You're kidding! I've only been in these tight quarters twenty minutes." I exclaimed, "I don't believe it!"
Written by Joy Wallace April 9th 1985
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