Greater Than Zero
It's a cold Friday and I'm at work eating cake at my desk, wondering why my biceps are hurting. I don't remember going to the gym this week.
"This has been the hardest week so far this year!" Emma suddenly says.
Somebody laughs. I nod and stare at my coffee. Outside, it's starting to rain.
From where I'm sitting, I can see the joke desk calendar that I got for Christmas. Today it has the headline "CEO's Marital Duties Outsourced to Mexican Groundskeeper" and a picture of an incredibly buff gardener. He has a good tan. He reminds me of somebody. Trent? Rip? I'm not sure whom.
A thin French guy walks past, talking to somebody. He looks about twenty five maybe. I remember somebody is coming by tomorrow morning to measure the new carpets. The Spanish maid is away so I'd better tidy the flat up. I don't have much else to do.
(with apologies to Bret Easton Ellis)
"This has been the hardest week so far this year!" Emma suddenly says.
Somebody laughs. I nod and stare at my coffee. Outside, it's starting to rain.
From where I'm sitting, I can see the joke desk calendar that I got for Christmas. Today it has the headline "CEO's Marital Duties Outsourced to Mexican Groundskeeper" and a picture of an incredibly buff gardener. He has a good tan. He reminds me of somebody. Trent? Rip? I'm not sure whom.
A thin French guy walks past, talking to somebody. He looks about twenty five maybe. I remember somebody is coming by tomorrow morning to measure the new carpets. The Spanish maid is away so I'd better tidy the flat up. I don't have much else to do.
(with apologies to Bret Easton Ellis)