Where There’s Smoke There’s Fire
As my world burned, I pulled open the boss' desk and retrieved the leather cigar case hidden under the false drawer bottom.
Leaning back in the chair, I sniffed what was obviously a newer one, and placed it between my pursed lips.
Let's get this over with-- I'm ready for the final hurrah!
(c)Jan 10 2022
Never Knew It
From the earliest times I can remember; I was someone's doormat or shoulder to cry on.
From childhood friends who turned out to be bullies,
To people who were only interested in what I could offer them.
I tried not to be jaded;
I tried to see that not all people are this way.
Don't know how well that worked out though....
Here I am writing this.
Dear Prospective Applicant,
I hesitate to use the term candidate because I cannot, in good faith, believe you were ever serious about the position in the first place. I am reaching out in an attempt to fulfill my managerial duties. However, curiosity would have me find out exactly what you were seeking with your application.
Under "Education," you listed:
-disease management (booger sharing)
-play-doh taste tester
What does any of that even mean, in regards to computer programming and technology?
Under " Skills," you listed:
- can read
- can hunt and peck on a keyboard
- can see out of both eyes
- have been speaking since the age of 3-4
- can manage emotions well without harming others
While all of these things are commendable; they add absolutely no value to your resume.
Last, but not least. You listed, under "References,":
"You can call me anytime you like."
This last line appears suspect and highly inappropriate.
If you are in fact serious about a job with Parsons and Persons Computer Innovations and Associates LLC., I would first like to offer you some very helpful pointers.
Please DO seek both vocational and possibly other forms of help before reapplying. It is obvious, from the information in your application packet, that more work is needed to bring you up to speed on what is required in the current job marketplace.
Best of luck and I do wish you the best.
(c) Jan 7/2022
Single By The Decade (Another Decade) Day:
It started in 2019, when I realized that "Singles Day" was a thing. Single By The Decade starts on the morning of your birthday, in each consecutive multiple of ten.
1. Wake up.
2. Look around.
3. Fluff your/my pillow.
4. Sigh/stretch (Let any residual sadness/gloom flow through and away from you).
5. Get up and do something. Anything that keeps you/me busy.
6. Have a breakfast you've always wanted but never had the time for.
7. Listen to upbeat music all day.
8. Listen to a hilarious audiobook over lunch or with dinner.
9. Drink tea or coffee out of a glass instead of a mug.
10. Dress up or dress down to the extreme (cozy clothes). Nothing in between.
The point is to feel like a QUEEN/KING or like you own the day and don't owe it anything.
11. Allow yourself ONE (1) guilty pleasure snack.
12. Turn off your phone/computer if at all possible. No interruptions.
13. Absolutely DO NOT buy anything that day. Emotions may get in the way and cause you to spend money you never intended on. Which could affect future finances and emotions. Resist the urge to splurge.
14. Be kind to yourself. Forgive yourself. Remind yourself that you are enough.
I'm so doing this next decade. :D
Once they think freely,
For sure, something-- everything
Not the even teeniest thing--
Victory Has a Name
A breathless wonder.
Standing atop adversity,
The dragon's head in one hand.
Never dared to dream,
Never dreamed to imagine;
That one could escape from fate somehow,
That that time would be now.
Clutched between tawny fingers,
The power of the universe;
Untamed and unrelenting,
Fearsome and worthy of awe.
Deep within sinewy muscle,
Beats the heart of a lion;
Never skipping even a beat,
Lest fate slip up like a slippery crocodile.
Captured by Father Time,
Nurtured by Mother Earth;
Grasped by the forces of Nature,
Challenged by the theorems of Pythagoras.
It is not easily forgotten.
Not easily ignored.
Victory has a name.
It simply waits to be claimed.
(C) December 2, 2021
By: Katryese Austin
He was pretty,
How dastardly unfair.
I was not,
So, au contraire.
Everything I dreamed about,
Others, I never dared.
Why bother picking out flowers or a dress,
So well, I could never possibly fare.
Back to the present,
Forget he was ever there.
Excuse me while I pull out my hair.
BY: Katryese Austin
That is what you leave in my heart.
A tiny dot of pleasant warmth;
Which grows larger and hotter with each passing day.
That is the shape my mouth makes,
When you tell a bad joke,
Or make a bad gaffe.
The shape of my eyes,
As I watch you walk away,
Or watch you just being you.
The essence of the wheel of time.
Turning here and there;
Taking all of life on an endless journey.
By: Katryese Austin