Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – October 12, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – October 12, 2004

　A Slow News Day

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – October 12, 2004 – It was just one of those days when nothing much happened. I was up early and at my office for our once a month sales meeting. As always Larry prepared a superb program of information that was topical and informative.

I sat there looking around the room at the people present. It’s fall now and the women are back in business attire – pantyhose and serious shoes. I had on a short skirt, vee-neck top and a blazer. My fat bits were subdued inside sheer black pantyhose and my tender tootsies encased in black patent pumps. I looked every inch the successful real estate professional but I felt like a dweeb. I would really rather have been sleeping instead of nodding and smiling.

I thought to myself what does this have to do with the price of tea in China? Why am I here? I was also having a really bad hair day so when the meeting was over I zipped down to The Beaches to see Ines my hairdresser, and had her cut my hair (quite) short. Gone are all attempts to have Demi Moore tresses, but now that it’s short and sassy again – I still don’t look like Sharon Stone (even if I had on a Gap turtle neck sweater). There is no justice.

Back home again I just had time to check my e-mail and the Hot Sheet listings, before I went out to meet a client at three o’clock. Home again at five o’clock and The Alphabet Boys were bitching and demanding bickies and attention (in that order). My feet were pinched in my high heels and I was in a “chuck it all” mood. That brings us up to date. It’s just one of those – “I feel like an uninteresting, chubby, frumpy middle-aged woman with no personality and nothing clever to say, who will probably never do another real estate deal and will soon be living in a bus shelter” days. It happens to us all and this was just one of my Tuesdays.

I’m going to drift down to my den and do a twenty minute Pilates work out, then have a fresh fruit salad and watch something “totally mindless” on television and not fight this slow news day. I can’t make it into anything other than what is it. Typically I try to fight a “blah” day and make it otherwise. It just is – I’m disgruntled – tomorrow I will be “gruntled” again and life will go on. I don’t think I’m entitled to a poor day and I feel guilty and ungrateful. It’s a far better idea to go with the flow of the day, accomplish as much as I can and let the rest go.

I’ve finished my Pilates session, so I get to put a pink dot on my wall calender. I’ve done something for myself and that’s a good thing. Speaking of which, I’m not in jail like Martha, suffering indignities like a strip search. I have food in my fridge – a warm bed for the night and friends a phone call away. When I think about my life in this way, there isn’t a whole lot wrong with it after all. Wow – I feel better already. Tomorrow holds the promise of all new days and I’ll definitely have my gruntle back!