Friday, October 27, 2006
New Beginning 149
Alcohol doesn’t take away the pain of career rejection, but it does dull it a bit.
I shift on my cushy green couch and take a sip of my liquid tropical paradise, pretending to listen to the woman beside me. She’s talked nonstop for the past half hour.
“—and they don’t ever read their assignments,” the woman hollers above the sweet sounds of Prince, who, unlike me, gets to party like its 1999. She shakes her head and says, “I just don’t understand it.”
“Yeah, I hear ya,” I say to her with a fake smile, trying to pour empathy into my voice.
On the inside, though, my heart aches from the unfairness of life—earlier this week, I found out Andrew, my boss, hired someone else for the newly created management position.
From outside the company.
I’ve busted my ass for three years, working hours upon hours of overtime, and for what?
I’m still fuming when I return to my desk, smelling of tobacco and alcohol. I throw my coat untidily across the back of my chair and drop myself into the seat. I can see Andrew in his office talking to the new manager, occasionally taking surreptitious glances at her legs. There’s a new pile of mail in my in-tray, my message light is flashing and a bunch of post-it notes bearing Andrew’s scrawl are stuck along the edge of my mouse pad. The lunchtime cocktails have loosened my inhibitions and given me an edge; I feel bitter and vindictive. Does Andrew think he’s the only one able to crush a person’s hopes and aspirations?
I fire up Word and start typing: Dear Author, With regard to your recent submission . . .
Opening: Rhonda Stapleton.....Continuation: ril