For NovemberNotes Day 19 the song is “Midnight” by Coldplay. I’m combining with Bikurgurl’s Week 46 #100WordWednesday Photo Prompt.
Credit: Mert Guller via Unsplash
The line at Starbucks was long and Seamus kept screwing up people’s drink orders. He couldn’t handle being on cash, making people’s specific drinks, and having his manager, Brian, berate his efforts. It was only his second day on the job.
Seamus needed to make extra money to supplement his student loans and buy a few presents for his family and girlfriend, Heidi. At the end of his shift he hoped he would be allowed back to work tomorrow.
He prayed that when he finished today and arrived home in an early twilight’s pitch-black, Heidi would be there with Chinese take-out. He dreamt about the lights from their Christmas tree gleaming as they talked about their respective terrible days and future hopes and dreams.
“In the darkness before the dawn
In the swirling of the storm
When I’m rolling with the punches, and hope is gone
Leave a light, a light on
Millions of miles from home
In the swirling, swimming on
When I’m rolling with the thunder but bleed from thorns
Lauren worked at the Starbucks until 12:00 am at night. She thought after a time, she would feel safer and more comfortable walking home in the dark. Her apartment was only four-blocks away.
This evening she felt particularly on edge and the noise of metal dropping somewhere nearby, echoed in the night.
Lauren began to shake, she had one block to go when she started to run. Then there was only the front door to get into her apartment. She hurriedly opened the door and screamed when she felt someone touch her arm.
“Calm down Lauren, it’s only me. Your neighbour Alice. I’m headed over to my sisters. Brandy and her kids are all ill with the flu and I’m going to help her with the little ones.”
“Oh Alice,” Lauren said trembling. She squeezed Alice’s arm, happy she was there. “I’m sorry about Brandy and her kids, I didn’t mean to freak out on you. It scares me walking home in the dark alone.”
Alice clicked her tongue, “A girl of your age shouldn’t be alone at night.” When she bared her wolf-like teeth, Lauren knew it was too late.
Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last Friday’s music prompt challenge. The song this week is: “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter.
“Bay Day” – Daniel Powter
Thomas needed a job. It wasn’t okay to do nothing anymore. His Masters Degree was finished and he had incurred a debt of student loans over the past eight-years. He had recently received his MA in History and he was choosy concerning where he would work — that had been six-months ago.
Thomas had figured he had six-months worth of savings to live on before he had to payback his loans. He knew there wasn’t much luck for him finding a job in academics. His marks weren’t high enough for him to teach or pursue a PHd.
He also felt he required a change, something different in life. Thomas had had his head stuck in history for the past eight-years; he had forgotten so much about the modern world around him. For this reason he spent six-months sleeping as long as he liked, drinking, picking-up girls, restablishing old friendships, and meeting new people; he took life easy after working so hard on his studies– perhaps too easy.
Thomas was facing his first payment on his mountainous student debt and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could pay rent from savings, afford food, or have WiFi. He didn’t want to end up working for Starbucks or some place like that. He wanted a real job; a career which incorporated history.
Yet, Thomas had one terrible interview after another. One older woman interviewing him commented: “You don’t seem to care about anything Thomas. Not your appearance and not your career goals. You say you love history but you have no passion or drive in life. Try applying for other positions in our company when you find your moxie.”
Many employers didn’t want a scruffy looking guy in ill-fitting dress clothes such as Thomas, who didn’t know what he wanted out of life. Either that or they said he could start in a low-paying administration job. No guy with an MA wanted to be a receptionist or work in the mail room.
Now Thomas wished he had taken a job as some guy’s receptionist. He had been too proud and if he didn’t nail his next interview, he wouldn’t be eating soon.
He had spent some money ensuring he was groomed perfectly, hair cut trendy and face shaved clean. His brother’s old suit he had tailored and he bought a fashionabl coloured tie. His black shoes were old but still in and polished, glinting in the sunlight.
The past six-months had been one long badday. Thomas was tired of being hungover and of girls who only wanted him to buy drinks and never wanted any type of connection the morning after. He loved his friends but he knew he had to stop being so proud. Any job which would pay the bills right now was fine.
When Thomas arrived at his interview he tripped over the door as the receptionist led him into the interviewer’s office. There was a burning pain on his forehead where he had rug burn.
The middle-aged guy sitting at his opulent desk chuckled as Thomas sat down across from him.”It’s alright. I’ve tripped plenty of times walking over that doorway. I guess we really should get that ledge fixed,” the man said.”I’m Greg, I’m the owner of this company,” the man said gripping Thomas’ hand and shaking it.
“Oh, its fine. I’m just clumsy. Sorry,” Thomas said nervously and stretched out his fingers after Greg’s mammoth hand shake.
Greg smiled and asked Thomas: “So who are your favourite sports teams? Did you play any sports in university? You look as if you did?”
Thomas had practiced several interview questions and situations with his sister so he was prepared: “I’m a Seahawks fan and love the Seattle Mariners of course. I didn’t play football or baseball but I did golf on the university team. Did decently too.”
Greg grinned at Thomas. He’d won Greg over with simple sports talk and the fact Thomas was great at golfing. The owner continued peppering Thomas with more questions which were typically relayed to work habits. The interview questions were standard and easy enough for Thomas to answer.
“When can you start?” Greg asked after a half-an-hour had passed.”We could use someone to start from the bottom up. Learn the administrative ropes and move into a Junior Account Manager position and beyond. We need a guy who’s willing to stay and learn about the company and grow with us. Are you our guy Thomas?”
Thomas grinned trying to contain his enthusiasm and excitement. Finally, a job he was interested in and a business owner who thought like him.
“I’m most definitely your man Greg. I love history, especiallysportshistory and working for a network that broadcasts hockey and football games and also, looks back on bygone moments in sport’s history is exciting to me. I’m happy to start whenever you need.”
They negotiated a starting salary and Thomas would begin work in two-weeks. He was so relieved to have a job, even though he would begin on reception. Doing a job centred around sports, interested Thomas. It was the end of his bad luck and days spent worrying.
He was so happy, Thomas didn’t notice the car pulling out in front of him in the parking lot. He broke his arm on impact in the crash but luckily, being in a parking lot, the accident was no fault for either driver. Thomas though injured, had the most contented smile on his face. Life was turning around.
My apologies. I didn’t put much effort into this prompt this week. But I mean who doesn’t love Tea and they’re many simple but great one line quotes on it. I don’t even have to explain the quotes, they have explanation enough in themselves. I’m a fan of green tea blends. I also like chocolate tea. And at Starbucks I love a cold passion fruit tea without any sweetner. It’s a low calorie drink and very tasty. I’m looking forward to trying some different fruit teas this summer, as cold tea.
I was sitting drinking cold tea from Starbucks, when you breezed past me. You were confident, hot, and you had these wonderful long fingered hands.
Some women think hands are a weird turn on but there is in my experience a dash of creativity and independent thinking in a man with long fingers. I like the feel of those hands as a guy holds my smaller hand. I like it when he tangles his hands in my hair as he kisses me.
But look at me, I am dressed in comfy sweat pants and a long sleeve running shirt. I have my ugly Uggs on. There is little make up on my face.
I had ran out the door earlier in the morning when my roommate had broken my favourite vase. Although, it was only a cheap touristy vase it had been a gift from my Dad in his travels in China so I treasured it.
But an unexpected event occurred as I drank my cold tea. As I was eating my last bites of honey Greek yogurt and granola you sat down in front of me.
” Hi I’m Dustin” you said ” Is it okay if I sit with you?”
“Oh, Um, sure that would be great” I managed to reply.
” So, you’re Clair Williams. I have read some of your books, they’re really good.”
” Oh how do you know I write books? Who told you who I am?” I felt defensive suddenly.
” Just I heard you talking to the Barista guy a few times here about your books. So, I bought and read a couple of your books on my iPad. Your stories are interesting. Thoughtful but at the same time lots happens and they are not too girly.”
” Well thanks” I say ” I’m glad you like them. Not all of them are like that some are for teenagers and some are romance. But thanks for reading the books you did. I can get you signed copies if you like? Anyways, what do you do?”
” Oh, I’m a CA (Chartered Accountant.) I have my own company. It’s precise work but I’m good at it. Say, would like to see a hockey game with me tonight the Winnipeg Jets are playing the Edmonton Oilers. There pretty good seats, behind the benches.”
I shriek and Dustin smiles. He laughs. ” I’ll take that as a yes, Clair .” We exchange phone numbers. He’ll pick me up at 6:30 pm. And I have to remember to bring him signed copies of my latest series of novels.
I’m ready when he comes I have my favourite Christmas present on, my McDavid Oiler’s Jersey. He is supposed to be playing again tonight after being out injured. I couldn’t help but think this would be a beautiful beginning for Dustin and I. Maybe our luck would help Edmonton win.
Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting and for the prompt picture. Happy New Year!
I don`t drink coffee; there is a harsh and bitter flavour to coffee and I don`t think I should be wasting any calories on a drink I don’t enjoy. I like tea. I will buy some speciality tea in a store and drink it for awhile but then I just become tired of it. When I go to a beauty salon, I ask for green tea. I attempt to get that part right, drink green tea because it improves your metabolism.
Once in awhile, I will have skim hot chocolate, but it`s to easy to keep drinking those so I don`t do it often. I have the green tea or I have an unsweetened cold passion fruit tea from Starbucks. It`s as if you were drinking hot tea, except that it is extremely flavourful and cold. Now that you know about what I`d like to drink (don`t worry I`ll get your`s too – chia latte you say), I could tell you a bit about what`s been going on in my life.
My main project has been this Proposal for Residential Furnishings. I have been taking this course all Fall from home to complete my Residential Interior`s Certificate that I began back in 2009. It will be good to be finished the certificate. But I emailed in the paper after fixing the ‘Works Cited’ page. There are all these little details to writing papers and proposals. The biggest challenge is often writing it in the correct format such as MLA or APA. I have been doing my work in Chicago style for awhile now. Blogging and doing articles is more suited to that. So, is free writing. It allows you to do footnotes and endnotes which I think is better then MLA where you include two () at the end of the sentence with the name of the author of the book or article and the number of the page you got the information from. I`m pretty gifted with MLA style because I used it in university and in many courses since. But times have changed, even writing formats, so there are new details to add to the MLA style. But they do have interesting citing tools that will put together bibliographies or a works cited page for you: easybib.com is a helpful site for that. But you will find, you may have to still add certain details once you copy and paste a citation.
But my topic for my proposal is interesting. The exhibit is called: Vanity: Around the Dressing Table. To summarize, our wealthy ancestors wanted to look good, appear powerful, and fashionable to their peers and those below them in the class system. So, they invented things for the vanity and used little scissors, combs, and perfume vials. Mirrors were very important and their are a lot of superstitions surrounding mirrors, more than seven years bad luck if you break one. Then dressing tables and shaving tables were developed and things such as dressing in a certain way, even in the middle class. The point is, `vanity`is just not about a dressing table but a disposition or attitude that effected people in the past and effects us in the present age. Think about lady’s magazines who popularize a certain look for women or a certain self-image in their pages. Also, our technology makes us vain when we use it to make an image of ourselves on social media or to take a`selfie.`We are a society immersed in vanity. So, maybe I`ll post the paper. I haven`t decided. It`s long and might be boring for people who don`t want to read a lot or are not interested in the history of vanity through historical items I have chosen for this pretend exhibit. But I made up a poster and everything for it. I`m happy with the project and glad it’s done.
Also, I have been blogging like crazy. Writing 101 adds a lot more to write stuff about during the week. I enjoy it but sometimes I have a story in my head and I need to sleep and then I spend until midnight writing and I don`t even realize it. Creativity can be a difficult master.
If you read my story `Dentures`you know about my acidic and grinded down teeth. I have been wearing my mouth guard and taking things seriously. I have slept two nights and it has staid in my mouth. But I must grind my teeth a great deal because I awake with a headache and my teeth hurt. Hopefully, it`s not too late to extend the life of my teeth for sixty years. I’m told by my mother I should start saving for implants now. The whole idea seems horrifying. I had one cavity ever and I hated getting it filled. Now, think about having all your teeth pulled out to put in donated teeth or to not have teeth in your mouth at all — just dentures in the day. That pricks at my vanity.
I have been trying to stay caught up on my favourite TV programs after they have aired and are online. But the internet around my house sucks because everyone is sharing this line for SHAW cable. So, I am watching `Grey`s Anatomy`and the program pauses every few minutes. After `Grey`s`and `How to Get Away with Murder,’ l had enough of the pauses so I went to do something else. But maybe I’ll watch a couple programs tonight.
That reminds me, I have to do my laundry before my Dad comes home and it`s almost 4:30 pm. I am having lunch with a dear friend tomorrow and going to get my nails done on Thursday. Meanwhile, once I get notes again, I will be studying for my final in my class December 1. I also plan to start Christmas shopping if there are some good Black Friday deals. I have a few things I want to get for myself as well.
As for my dating life: It’s nice to be wanted by guys and I have a few who keep bothering me to do stuff with them. The thing is I only have energy to do so much and don`t have energy for relationships or dating right now. I`m flattered, but I`m not interested at the moment. Even when I try, it just never works out. So, that`s on the backburner for now. Maybe in December I will go on a date or two. Or maybe, not. I guess I forget that nothing great ever came from comfort zones. A quote to remember!
The band Fun.sings a song called Some Nights where they sing ” some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck, some nights I call it a draw.” While I am not particularly sure what the lead singer means by “cashing in . . . [his] . . . bad luck” I think it has something to do with all these bad things that are happening to him and they are happening all at once. Sometimes he is able to stand up against the bad enough that he and his bad luck “call it draw.” But overall, as he mentions later he does not know “who he… [is] and “what he stands for.” He is in a conundrum and needs purpose in his life. Something that goes along way to helping someone who is not sure where they stand or what is their ‘mission statement, ‘
A mission statement is a statement of the purpose of a company or organization, its reason for existing (Wikipedia 1). An example of a mission statement would be Starbucks who on their website http://www.starbucks.ca write (2):
Starbucks™ Shared Planet™
Starbucks™ Shared Planet™ is our commitment to do business in ways that are good for people and the planet.
It’s our commitment to purchase only the highest quality, ethically sourced and responsibly grown coffee. To reduce our own environmental footprint and fight climate change. And to give back to the neighbourhoods and communities we’re a part of. Thanks to the customers who buy our coffee, together we are able to make – and make good on – these commitments on a truly global scale.
We’ve always been committed to doing business responsibly and conducting ourselves in ways that earn the trust and respect of our customers and neighbours – from creating a great workplace to ensuring our customers have access to nutritional information on our products. Starbucks™ Shared Planet™ means focusing on the core areas where we have the biggest influence – ethical sourcing, environmental stewardship and community involvement.
Above all, Starbucks believes in engaging, collaborating and openly communicating with our stakeholders. Since 2001, one way we’ve tried to do this is by producing a Global Responsibility Report that details our efforts to do business responsibly.
Or for another example the YMCA Recreation Centers in Edmonton:
The YMCA of Edmonton believes that violence in any relationship is unacceptable and that everyone exposed to family violence is impacted including unborn babies, children, youth and adults. We also believe that everyone has the capacity for change and growth and we will support anyone in an abusive relationship to get the help they are looking for.
But I think individuals have mission statements of their own as well; things that they “stand for” and what they want to achieve in life; things such as goals, where they want to be 5 years from now, ways they can better themselves, morals, responsibilities, and personal beliefs.And I do not know about you but I feel very lost in life without some purpose.I also feel that a mission statement is something that you can look at to give you purpose and keep you on track, such as it does in the business world. But people change, companies change, so I also believe that a mission statement can change with you. Certainly 10 years down the road from now you might care for different things in your life then you did before. Then again somethings may never change such as religious beliefs, the importance of family, or the desire to help people.
If I think about my own personal mission statement – or my set of values that make up that mission statement I think of :
– the importance of family
– being a Godly person
– being someone who can help and share her life with others
– being someone who is open to new ideas and has a thirst for learning
– to be accepting of other people, because you cannot even imagine how differently each person thinks; we always think people are like us; but really few are.
– to be creative with writing and drawing and in other areas of my life
– to take care of my dog and other pets
– to take care with my appearance as you only ever have one first impression with other people
-physically care for myself with exercise, watching what I eat etc.
– to get back to working part time
– to be a certified interior decorator
So this would be my personal mission statement and you could then write that into a paragraph, stick it on your wall and see what guidance it gives you in life. I encourage you to try it. As important as it is where you come from, life is also what you make of it, what your future will be.