lucky
Bobbie tripped over the cord that lay along the floor leading from her desk to the door, which left her grasping for the corner of her desk in an attempt to prevent her inevitable tumble to the carpet. In her mind her arms were two feet longer, and she caught herself just in time, and laughed off the embarrassment. She found herself infuriated at the cord-leaving idiot who was so inconsiderate (aka Bobbie herself) but of course admitting that just wouldn't serve- so she cursed instead at the cat, who simply ignored her, as cats do.
He chewed his gum while he talked. I didn't even want to buy the car, I just wanted to talk to him. I loved listening to him passionately describe every little detail about why this car was perfect for me. Somehow, in my mind, I imagined he was describing every detail as to how he was perfect for me.
I think sometimes that I hate my job. Nothing stops me from quitting yet I never do. You see, there’s a man here I think I like. I wish he could see me. I wish he knew I existed, but I’m just a secretary to a woman on the second floor that he sometimes says hello to on the elevator. I have maybe twenty seconds to see him before the elevator doors close and I spend the remainder of my day waiting for him to take another ride. Pathetic, really.
I think sometimes that I hate my job. Nothing stops me from quitting yet I never do. There's a man here I think I like. I wish he could see me. I wish he knew I excited, but I'm just a secretary.