nmendoza2119
he wondered why he couldn't be himself. he didn't like that his mug read world's best dad. he didn't like that he had a "kiss the chef" apron. he couldn't cook and he had forgotten to pick up his kid from school just yesterday
waiting for themselves
to become a myself
why do i need to worry about
the smell of his cigarettes
staining my coffee mug
i was good by myself
i had a mug that read
world's best friend
They sat by themselves and the room was quiet. Gillian could feel the silence settle over her suit's gray shoulders like dust. She opened her lips to say something—offer condolences, maybe? Nothing came out. She smacked them closed. Oops—too loud? She had never fired anyone before. She thought about Maria's family. Well, actually she didn't know if Maria had a family. Either way, she felt bad. Well, kind of. She didn't actually know Maria, and it made her feel a little better to pretend that Maria was some sort of hypocrite or liar or jewelry thief. The thought made the whole process feel a little less...monumental. Firing a bad person was much easier than firing a good person.
They sat by themselves and the room was quiet. Gil could feel the silence settle over her shoulders and she opened her lips. Nothing came out. She smacked them closed. Oops—too loud? She had never fired anyone before. She thought about Maria's family. Well, actually she didn't know if Maria had a family. Either way, she felt bad. Well, kind of. She didn't actually know Maria, and it made her feel a little better to pretend that Maria was some sort of hypocrite or liar or jewelry thief. The thought made the whole process feel a little less...monumental. Firing a bad person was much easier than firing a good person.