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Fragments of my day

Fragments of my day



“Ah, your client, she died today. She was in a coma for 12 days, freebasing you know, she never came out of it. I’m sorry”
Damn, I got to go, my next client is waiting. I wonder what I’ll have for lunch… SHE’S DEAD?! Freebasing?!
-Hey Charlie, I gotta talk to ya.
-Can I touch base with you later?
Sure, it’s not that important.
I could give two shits that you’re happy today. Rememeber last week? You drove me craze with the whole “I’m a victim, nothing ever works out for me” cry-baby, hang me-save me attitude.
I bet you love me today don’t you? Last week you were ready to pull my eyes out of the skull…SHE”S DEAD. Freebasing? “The hell girl, what were you thinking?”
They slide a piece of paper under my door but I’m not there. I’ve checked out into “MY JOB SUCKS” hotel where they serve breakfast with a drink for every shitty morning you had in the past couple of months. Fuck, I’ll just get shitfaced.
-Do you wanna have luch with me?
-Lunch? I lift my head off my desk. –What time is it?
-Time for lunch. I heard about your client. Are you OK?
-Don’t know. I’ll be, I guess.
It finally hits me. And I walk with Jen towards the kitchen like a ghost but I’m not hungry. I’m sad. Very sad. And there was only one thought in my head, drilling like a stuborn, freaky scream. SHE DIED ALONE.
I finally picked up the paper from my floor. It’s a memorial service. Tomorrow at 1:00 pm. “…Loving mother of Cheryl, John grandmother to Tyron and Malcom, will be always remembered…” I see her picture, she looks so much younger… and happier…
I walk to the waiting room while I swallow a rebelious tear and collect my thoughts while I shiver, it’s cold…
My next client is waiting.