The New Routine

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Eyes open as I stretch. My face is imprinted with sofa lines matching my suit. Shoes sticky, tie soiled. Mini shredder bin next to the sofa is loaded with paper and a sickly spew. Standing brings on vertigo, so I sit down near a blanket speckled with what resembles the stuff in the bin. My stomach churns as I reach for the TV remote.

Hitting mute does nothing to stop 120-decibel EMS sirens blazing outside my home. I want to scream while covering my ears. Maybe that will cancel them out. A half glass of water on the coffee table reminds me my bladder is full. A slow rise to my feet keeps me stable for a cautious walk to the bathroom. The door ajar with lights on looks occupied but I push it open with legs crossed. No need to turn on running water for inspiration.

I disrobe and jump in the shower. Warm water soothes until it grows cold with the valve fully open.

I brush my teeth to rid the taste of bile, but cleaning my tongue threatens to bring up more of the same. Rinsing is preferred along with a minty gargle. I take three aspirin from the cabinet and wash them down with a hand full of water.

Wrapping a towel around me, I stumble to the bedroom longing for the comfort of soft satin sheets but the cost of cleaning them turns me away. I put on a gray two-piece suit, white shirt, red power tie, and black Oxfords.  Moving towards the kitchen, I see the auto coffee maker has just brewed my favorite, perked, not drip. White bread sitting in the toaster looks hard. I press toast anyway to start my day. Careful not to burn the roof of my mouth, I sip the coffee without cream and nibble on hard toasted bread without butter.

The newspaper is on the table where I left it. I saved the classified but tossed the coupons for Black Friday’s bullshit sales. I circle the address of the job fair. Today’s the last day. Tomorrow is my second month without a job.

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  One thought on “The New Routine

  1. December 17, 2018 at 1:57 am

    two paychecks away,isn’t that the scariest thought,especially during the winter months?

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    • December 17, 2018 at 2:02 am

      It really is. My manager went on vacation. He came back to no job. – That’s low, and that can be anybody. Thanks for the comment.

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      • December 17, 2018 at 2:03 am

        A friend of mine said her husband’s old job suddenly closed its doors with no warning 3 days after Thanksgiving. Merry Christmas,right?

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      • December 17, 2018 at 2:07 am

        Yeah, and somebody got a bonus making cuts for the new year. One reason Xmas can be depressing.

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  2. selizabryangmailcom
    December 16, 2018 at 4:20 pm

    Nice description…all lending to an overall feeling of dread. Which is exactly what I feel when I think of job fairs. They’re supposed to represent hope and opportunity. But for some reason, I feel the opposite.
    Bile, aspirin, hard bread with no butter: Perfect setup to fail at the job fail later!!! 🙂

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    • December 16, 2018 at 4:24 pm

      Exactly! He’s in no condition to go to a job fair what ever the odds. Wow! You are right on point. Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it.

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      • selizabryangmailcom
        December 16, 2018 at 4:35 pm

        You’re welcome! I apparently would fail at the job fair, too, since I typed “job fail” above! I’m in the same boat as your character. Lol !!!

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      • December 16, 2018 at 4:38 pm

        Unforseen. That’s the way life is. Lol!!! ☺️

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  3. December 14, 2018 at 2:52 am

    sounds like a heavy night .. wishing this guy [you?] luck at the fair!

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    • December 14, 2018 at 2:59 am

      Yes, it’s like that sometimes. So glad to say I am not him…
      Thank you for the comment.
      Means a lot.

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      • December 14, 2018 at 3:01 am

        lol I thought it was fiction 🙂

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      • December 14, 2018 at 3:10 am

        It’s fiction. Most of us are 2 paychecks away from being homeless. I hope he does well at the fair also.😎

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      • December 14, 2018 at 6:20 am

        lol at least you can influence his outcome … most can’t 😦

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      • December 14, 2018 at 6:30 am

        Absolutely!

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