He should have known that the day was doomed from the moment he woke to see his alarm clock in pieces on the floor by his bed, the cat grinning at him from the place where the clock had always sat.
Finally arriving at the office, he was no sooner at his desk when the fire alarm bell rang. Within moments of reentering after the all clear, it rang again, and his own, very private Chinese fire drill was under way.
The day calmed until, after lunch, the Regional Manager arrived, gathered everyone at the great round conference table, and demanded to know who had made a simple error, and watched as the inevitable circular firing squad began.
Each morning I drag myself from bed, slowly engage my legs, and amble into the bathroom where I peer into the mirror. Each morning I am surprised that I am the same as I was they day before, and yet the mirror by all appearances, has grown another day older. It is, I suppose, the nature of mirrors to age, sadly for them, and as I turn away each morning I wish the mirror a good day, certain that it cannot help but mourn its ever increasing age.
As the last of the wine glasses is put back on the shelf the Brut recorked and the dishes set in the tray to dry we take a slow walk after the meal hoping the arrabiatta sauce will be less angry, the pasta less weighty, when we arrive back home to the sofa and the purring cat distracting us from the beckoning of the bed.
I can never fully comprehend iwhy they never seem able to see things from my perspective, it really isn’t the all that hard. After all, they claim to know me better than I know myself. Today they never ask if I liked what they chose to serve me, why I left the food, sometimes? Today think I might really and I mean truly and deeply, hate argyle sweaters and hams? And it isn’t just their blindness that gets me, is the arrogance that goes with it, as though no one but them has ever had a deep thought well, we’ll see what they think the hairball I hacked up on their pillow.