A free short story by Erin Zarro
The office was huge. Open space, desks crammed together, no cubicles, or privacy, for that matter. The sounds of computer keyboards being typed on, phones ringing, and people talking made me want to go somewhere and hide.
This was my new job. It wasn't the perfect job, but I needed one and an opportunity had presented itself. Although, when I thought too hard about it, the details were fuzzy.
"Andi, so glad to see that you're here. Let me give you the tour." A woman with her hair in an elegant updo smiled and gestured for me to follow her. She wore a navy pantsuit. Her makeup -- blue eyeshadow and hot-pink lips -- clashed horribly with her choice of clothes. I tried not to stare. "My name is Leslie. I will be your supervisor."
I tried to smile, but that lipstick gave me a nervous twitch. "Nice to meet you."
My Head is Harder Than Your Wall
That's what I came up with. I was trying to think of something to write about, trying to think at all through the blasting of Lady Gaga two doors away as my kid took a forty-minute shower and I kept yelling at her about the water bill.
Remember MySpace? I was a late adopter. By the time I found my way to MySpace (mostly to exchange emails with a friend at work whose work email didn't like mine), people were starting to move to Facebook.
Anyway. My MySpace profile wanted a quote, and that was what I used. "My head is harder than your wall." Meaning you're not going to stop me. I'll just bang on obstacles until I get through.
I thought I'd do a progress report, since all of my posts this year have been about my efforts towards living fearlessly. Let's take them one at a time, shall we?
#1 Ice Skating
Refresher: I've been terrified of ice skating due to a fear of injuring myself (in fact, I've always said, "I'd learn to ice skate but I'd probably break both ankles."). That's what kept me from doing anything for 37 years.