"What is a Christian?" she wondered to herself. Someone who professes to be a Christian is a self-righteous, self-centered, poor excuse for a human being. The only Christians she had ever met were rude, obnoxious and always looking down on her and her family. These so called Christians were the ones who re-affirmed her belief that there was no such god.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The project
Her face was beat red. Her blood boiling. She could feel the her voice raging from the bottom of her stomach, inching its way up to her throat and out. All she wanted to do was scream. Scream from the top of her lungs, so loud that not a single person could escape the echo of her voice. Yet, she just watched in silent agony as the blond took credit for her work.
She had spent a solid month on the project, it was her idea, her sweat, her reputation on the line and the blond was nodding and smiling at Baldy as he congratulated her on the success of it all. It was not Baldy's fault, he had no idea that the blond did not actually help in any way. How could he? The article in the company's quarterly report barely mentioned her name and the blonde's picture was right there for everyone to see, not hers.
The pounding in her head was now blinding, the Blond offered to autograph the project for Baldy. He laughed as she pulled a copy out of her desk and handed it to him.
This was it, the last straw, she could feel the heat in her face coming to the surface. "ARGHHH!!!!" Her voice bounced from one end of the lobby to the other. Everyone turned and looked at her, in wonderment. She grabbed the copy from Baldy hand and began ripping it apart, into shreds.
Then she came to, focused, realizing it was a fantasy. Still hazy from her day dream, she saw Baldy smiling at the blond and blond thanking him. Slowly, without a scene, she exited the room. Feeling small, very small.
She had spent a solid month on the project, it was her idea, her sweat, her reputation on the line and the blond was nodding and smiling at Baldy as he congratulated her on the success of it all. It was not Baldy's fault, he had no idea that the blond did not actually help in any way. How could he? The article in the company's quarterly report barely mentioned her name and the blonde's picture was right there for everyone to see, not hers.
The pounding in her head was now blinding, the Blond offered to autograph the project for Baldy. He laughed as she pulled a copy out of her desk and handed it to him.
This was it, the last straw, she could feel the heat in her face coming to the surface. "ARGHHH!!!!" Her voice bounced from one end of the lobby to the other. Everyone turned and looked at her, in wonderment. She grabbed the copy from Baldy hand and began ripping it apart, into shreds.
Then she came to, focused, realizing it was a fantasy. Still hazy from her day dream, she saw Baldy smiling at the blond and blond thanking him. Slowly, without a scene, she exited the room. Feeling small, very small.
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