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the Processor-Continued |
| Written by Jim Lewis | |
| Friday, 28 December 2007 | |
He should have been well on his way by now. In route to the interview... but his damn OCD...always causing him to be late. Though never actually doctor diagnosed with the infliction he had known for a few years that he had carried the traits of the compulsive disorder. Perhaps undetected by others.. he was well aware of it ..and so was she. Every morning, for the past 10 years, it was the same routine. This morning however it was his hair that was causing his delay. It had to be perfect. Strange thing is...he barely had any. No, he wasn't balding..he just kept it short..shaved every 2 weeks by her. His problem with his hair today....the strays. Those damn stray hairs. Sure they would never be noticed by others nor should they have been of any concern...but to him.. they were this mornings enemy. Sticking out this way and that. He notices each and every menacing one. With scissors in hand he gently cuts and plucks every last one. "Honey, you're going to be late!...Do you need me to warm up your car?" "No...no babe..almost'.....I'm coming..." No more time...he had to go. Like an Olympic sprinter he is down the stairs, across the living room and into the dining room to retrieve his keys, his resume and to steal a kiss from her. "You'll do fine hon, don't worry bout it.. they'll love you as much as I do...Good luck"
Another firm kiss upon her lips.
"Thanks babe,..I'll call you when I'm done...let you know how it went.." "Okay...be careful going out...our front steps seem a little.." came out of her mouth just as he went out the front door.. and with one step he instantaneously took flight. As his left foot graced the first step outside his home a slick patch of ice sent him airborne, past the 5 remaining steps, and right smack into 18 inches of the nights newly fallen snow. For a few seconds he just laid there. Looking up into the sky as to ask, Why? Why today?, Why now? Why Me?
"Honey!...You okay?!" she was there...as always..helping him...helping him to his feet. "Ah, ya...I'm...I'm fine..I just...I...Dammit!!" "Oh no honey, ..look at your clothes..they're soaked!" "****!,...I'll...I'll just have to go change real quick...I've got... ****!..I'm gonna be ****** late!" Sprinting again he bounds back into the house, back upstairs and into their bedroom. Hopelessly looking for something else to wear, to impress, his now drenched clothes was the best he had, specifically purchased for today's interview. He'd have to now settle for another less favorable collared shirt and a pair of badly wrinkled Dockers. As he undresses he gathers all the items from the pockets of his damp pants...his billfold, his smokes, his lighter...and his.."My keys,..where the hell are my keys?!" He had put them in his right front pocket just before he fell and plunged into the.. "The snow!, I must have dropped them in the snow!" This was a dilemma. For they had only one car..and for that car they had but only one set of car keys..no spare.
She was there. Searching their snow covered front lawn for any hint of the keys,for any chance of him making it to this interview, for any chance of him getting this job,..for the salary, the benefits, for their forthcoming child, their future.
Inside, phone to ear.."Hello, Mrs. Ryan?...Yes, this is Eli Cooper..Um, I um have a 8:30 interview with you today for the Processor position...well, um..I may be a little late...I ah, I'm having some minor problems getting there....funny story actually..."
Copyright 2008 Jim Lewis |
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