Why God, Why?

    It was a beautiful spring day except for the fact that I was at the office on the weekend. Work! Work! Work! Seems like that's all there is ever time for anymore , work.

  When I woke up this morning everything was wonderful. There was a refreshing breeze blowing through my bedroom window. There was a strawberry red cardinal sitting on the bottom limb of the Sycamore tree singing his sweet song. I couldn't ask to be awakened by a more abled serenader, and of course when I rolled over to look out the window, there was Lucifer, my jet black cat swatting at the bird through the screen.

  The sun was just breaking over the mountain top east of my house; all I could manage to see though, was the fog that had managed to conceal everything. It was one of those days that you just want to lay in bed and relax, but then; the dreaded remembrance. Work!

  I roused myself from near sleep, hopped out of bed, and began my morning routine. I picked out my clothes for the day, a pair of navy blue, pleated dress slacks, and a light blue and white long sleeve blouse to fend off the air conditioning at the office.

  I gave my teeth a good brushing and then it was shower time. I adjusted the water so that it was on the warm side, more hot than cold for me. I slipped out of my baby blue teddy, and into the warmth of the cascading waters of my shower. Ahhh! What a way to wake up.

  After finishing my shower I dried off, and took a good long gander at myself in the full length mirror on my bathroom wall. Nope! I can't see any fatty areas that my work out regimen isn't taking care of, and no nasty blemishes that need to be covered, but then another thought comes to mind.

  My long, chestnut brown hair tickling my waist line, it's got to go. That bastard of a supervisor I have to deal with won't keep his grimy fingers out of my hair so I'll fix him. I quickly place my hair in a pony tail and cut it to shoulder length. There, that ought to keep his fingers out of my hair.

  I slip into my clothes and head to the kitchen for some breakfast, a nice toasted bagel with some cream cheese, and a fresh cup of coffee ought to do the trick. I place the bagel in the toaster and wait only to find out the toaster is on the fritz. I guess I'll have a bowl of cereal instead, but at least I have my coffee. Southern Pecan flavored coffee, mmm!

  Twenty minutes later I finish breakfast and head out my front door trying to keep a positive outlook, only to find that the left rear tire on my Beamer is totally flat. Now my day has gone from beautiful, to not so great. Back in the house to change is the only place I'm going at the moment. I put on a ragged pair of jeans and an old faded shirt, head out the door to change the tire, and the phone rings.

  "Hello."
"Cindy, this is Vicky, I won't be needing that ride to work this morning after all."
  "What is the matter, Vicky?"
"My son has come down with a bad case of strep throat and I have absolutely no one to take care of him."
  "I'm sorry to hear that, I wish I could help, but since I have no children, I really don't know any baby sitters."
"That's alright, just let Tom know I won't be there just in case I can't get hold of him."
  Okay, I'll give him the message, not they I really want to speak to the prick."
"What was that?"
  "Oh, nothing, just talking to myself. I have to get out and change the tire so I'll talk to you Monday."

  Twenty five minutes later and I finally have the tire changed; I'm back in my dress clothes, and on the road to work. At least I'll have other people at work with me; I won't have to face Tom alone. My day has been bad enough already so let me get my mind on something else. I know, music! Ahhh! Nice song.

  I pull in to work about thirty five minutes late due to the tire problem and the phone call, but I'm there in one piece. That's all that matters right now. I get out of the car, and notice there are only a few other cars on the parking lot, our department must be the only one at work. I take the customary four flights of stairs to our floor and go straight to Tom's office so Vicky doesn't have to worry about her job.

  "Hello gorgeous, what can I do for you this morning?"
"Cut the crap Tom, I'm not in the mood for any of your sexist attitude today. Vicky won't be in today, her son has strep, and she has no sitter." (Tom's eyes light up like a Christmas tree for some unknown reason even though he just received the bad news that his best accountant wouldn't be there.)
  "Thanks Cindy, your work is on your desk. I'll be out to see you shortly."
"That's all I need, Tom "Touchy Feely" Thompson at my desk. Thank God I won't be alone."

  I leave Tom's office, walk down the hall, and turn the corner into the office area only to find I'm the only one there. I turned, banged my head against the wall and prayed, "Why God, Why?" That's when Tom snapped my picture.

  This is just not my day.

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