In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Perfect Shots.”
20150227-0150. Based on the ongoing stressful environment at my temp job from hell and on the word of “shots” included in title of this daily prompt, it’s about “vodka”.
Had I bottle around home, vodka is my preferred method in dealing with stress. One shot and I’m off to a sleepy swoon.
I’ve taken a shot of syrupy draught a few minutes ago. It’s not working. I’m still wide awake and that’s how worked up I’ve been lately.
I awoke past midnight after two hours of sleep. I’m NOT sleeping well since taking this temp job from hell. I would rather stay home and take care of my parents.
That’s shot number one. Money. I lost everything around the 2008 market crash. Philip was affected in 2009. I’m a lucky girl to have security – free and clear. But the price is freedom. I can’t do what I really want.
Shot number two. Show. Since I lost everything, I’m putting a happy face. It’s fake and NOT real. I’m expending too much unnecessary energy to keep up appearance to show that I could handle stress in a dreadful job. I’m burning the candle at both ends.
Shot number three. To get ready. I’m ready for a change. I can’t stay in any one job or one location for long durations. I miss being home and sleeping in. I don’t like attending daily mass or doing daily chores. I don’t like groups and don’t like speaking.
I’m ready to go away.
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