It is the next morning… JESSE was dreading to go to work but I informed him I will publish it today and he will be out of that crappy retail job in no time… he smiled back and agreed… it was the only way I could get him to go to work for that little bit longer.
I begin my day with some more morning sickness; I make myself to the bathroom and vomit my heart out. I groan at the baby kicking my stomach; ow… ow… ow…. The pains are getting worse and worse. GOD help me next TRIMESTER… but I will be fine. I will be fine.
I make my way to the sofa; grab my laptop and start working. I look at the clock; it is 11am. I slept in… damn… I do not like sleeping in; things do not get done and I waste so much time. I tell myself not to fret; and get back into work mode.
I open my laptop; and open the saved document of my first killer piece story. I pray and pray that this story will be a killer piece…. I pray and pray… I pray 10 minutes later as I look at the clock. I notice I am wasting time again; and mentally discipline myself; and get ready to submit my killer breakout story to the DAILY PATSON. I access the website of DAILY PATSON. The web design is superb; it looks so amazing. Damn the abstract colours of blue and red… so iconic those colours… I love it. MAN… red and blue are so iconic; it is the colours of many flags. FRANCE; USA, UK to name a few… they are so iconic…. In fact it was the colours of my school uniform. Yes I can remember my schooldays… it is embarrassing.. I hated school so why would I remember such a thing… I notice I am distracted again…
“GET BACK TO WORK NANCY”.”80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3y3cr7Dbs6
My brain adds and tells me…. I do have a short-term memory…. I get distracted so easily. I listen to my brain and mentally discipline myself yet again. Here I go again; my mind, focus and clarity is all in action.
I skim and scan the website with my eyes; for the contact email. I notice the email:80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAK6pCyBzRb
contact@dailypatsonnews
I smile as I see the email; and access my OUTLOOK EMAIL account. I prepare a new draft email to send my killer breakthrough journalism piece; and insert the PDF document of my piece. I made the piece look professional; with journalist-eye looking detail; just like I was taught in my university days. I then click SEND…
“IT IS SENT…”80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH4Sdp4dqqI
It is sent my brain tells me; my heart tells me. My brain, heart and soul tells me that my piece is sent… AHH… AHH.. my brain mouths itself in excitement… YES…. YES..
I put the laptop down and smile as the work is finally done… I just have to hope and pray that this killer piece will mark a start in my journalism career… AHH… I can not believe it… I look at the timestamp of the email; with it being 11:30pm; and reminded of my late awakening…
I tell myself again and again; to stop waking up late. I mean after all; it is not professional. My eyes must open at 7am each and every day; no excuses. I mean being a journalist involves working all odd hours of the day, nights, afternoons, public holidays. But I was informed. This is the career I set myself up for… and I must not abolish that plan…. After all I have over $60,000 in student loan debt to pay off; as well as a baby on the way…
I think of JESSE; my beautiful joy and husband who brings light to me each and every day. I recall his yelling at me yesterday and try to forget it; but my brain keeps bringing it up. I give up to my brain; and let it speak its concerns.
It tells me I didn’t deserve such obscene language and behaviour from JESSE yesterday… but I understand. Tough bosses; idiot colleagues; all those FUCKIN KPIS you’re forced to adhere to each and every hour… uh… the stress would get to me to… I mean it’s just ridiculous what employers expect of their employees today..
It’s like they want to pay you peanuts for the work of a CEO… and all I say to that is - pay me peanuts; get peanut effort.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC27Ecor3GV
I smirk at my joke; as I agree to myself it is true..
I once had a nasty boss at a hospitality job. They were vindictive; nasty and because of my low-speed in the hospitality industry; I was fired. I could not keep up; and that is when I decided I had to pursue some other career to help finance me and the life I wish to live.
That is when I found journalism. Some problems…. I mean investigations are precise and can take time… depending on how complex the investigation is… which is the perfect career for me - hence it’s why I chose to pursue JOURNALISM: and become my favourite comic book PULITZER PRIZE WINNER LOIS LANE… LOIS LANE…
I know I may live in fantasy; but sometimes I take fantastical.. I mean fictional characters as my role model. Sounds silly I know; but I am speaking my honest truth… I couldn’t care less what people think of me… I could not care less. I like weirdness as I believe it makes everyone unique and different. And I like being different….
Anyway back to JESSE. Yes he was upset; and I understood him but all this yelling and me being upset and firing back is not good for our son or daughter. Not good at all. I uh…80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdLfgoR68wQ
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HOLY CRAP… I receive a notification on my phone. I pick ups my phone and it notifies me that I had received an email from THE DAILY PATSON…. Ahhh….. oh my GOD. I am so intrigued and excited to hear what they have to say about my killer article. I smile and hold myself tight as my excitement overwhelms me…
I then begin to calm down as I have contained my excitement and pick up the laptop and put it on my thighs. I open my EMAIL; and notice the subject line…80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5bAXcM0yY8
“JOB OFFER; JUNIOR JOURNALIST (UNI GRADUATE)
Ahh.. ahh… I scream in excitement at the subject line… ahh… I’m being offered a job… I am actually being offered a job at THE DAILY PATSON… ahh… ahh..
My breakout story must have worked and done well. I scream in excitement and grab my phone back. I have to tell JESSE… I have to tell JESSE… he is going to be so happy and relieved… oh thank heavens. Thank you GOD…
The excitement still overwhelms me as I send the text to JESSE. IT reads; “Good news babe… the breakout story is amazing… they liked it.. I have a job offer at the DAILY PATSON… ahh.. so excited.. Love your NANCY xoxo…”
He responds swiftly back. He must be on my break. The comment is so heartful; it reads;80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNGv7cZczQY
‘AHH YES… YES NANCY… I can finally quit this job… and you can begin your journalism career; and I can start my ART JOURNEY..”
He then sends another text in a swift speed:80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZwZaHD4LK0
“AWESOME… I can’t wait til I come home honey… I can’t wait… I can not wait… I can’t wait til I quit this job… in fact I’ll do it as soon as I get home…”
I smile as I think of his excitement. He must be so happy. Now he can quit that dreadful job; and we both can live our dream lives… YES… YES.. it shouldn’t be much longer.
Now I look back at my email; and notice a JOB OFFER PDF FORM… I grow excited as I open it…. It reads:80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9zAb8vF0q6
“Dear MISS NANCY. We the team of THE DAILY PATSON are gratified and excited to offer you the position of JUNIOR JOURNALIST at the DAILY PATSON?”80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuBmoIoVRa9
“We the staff here at the DAILY PATSON are impressed with your killer breakout story titled “NEW IN TOWN COMES ARTIST JESSE.”
“It was a thoroughly great read; and we will publish this article right away. Your descriptive name of sources and thorough details establishes the traits and skills into what is needed to be the next big JOURNALIST at our organisation. WELL DONE…”
“For the JUNIOR JOURNALIST position; the position starts 28 MAY with a sharp 7am time. Your work hours are described as 7am-5pm; with a paid 1 hour break and a paid 30 minute break. As a full-time journalist; you will be offered sick leave, 4 weeks annual leave.”
“If interested inn this position; please read the contract thoroughly pertaining to your position and sign. Please email the completed form by today; or we will discard your application..”
‘We cannot wait to have you on board.”
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(GENERAL MANAGER; the DAILY PATSON)
I am so happy… I am so damn happy… ahh… ahh.. I open the PDF form pertaining to my contract. I read it throughly and scream in excitement. I smile as I proceed to digitally sign the form.
I send the form back 10 mins later; I don’t want to miss out on this opportunity… I am so happy; I start screeching in excitement… ahh…, ahh..
Things are now starting to get better… YES… YES… YES… finally. FINALLY…
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Hours passed; my babe has returned home. I smile at his smiling face. He is so happy; it makes me smile. He drops his belongings; and makes his way to me. The love; the passion; the desire it all starts.
He begins to kiss me with wildly passion; although looking after my stomach; ensuring he doesn’t hurt it. He kisses me with great love; then the shirt comes off… oh the love… the sexual desire…. Ahh… ahh.. it’s on…. It is on.. ah the love.
He continues kissing me. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and I kiss him in return. He begins speaking to me in a flirtuous manner: “We are finally going to be free of capitalism… free of slave labour… you and I will be something… like PATTI SMITH and ROBERT MAPPLETHORPE… but yet we are the rags and riches of PATSON.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡshj3VRu1uX
I respond to him in a romantic manner:80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ48O0H3Dol4
“Yes babe… of course we will be. But with a baby on the way… the art-money making couple in town… ahh… with you as the matriarch…”
He smiles and kisses… and kisses… he kisses. Time has flown by…. I don’t know hong long it has been… we kiss and kiss. I can’t describe the hot-erotic darling love I feel like right now… it’s like heaven has hit our souls… I mean… the man is kissing me with ultimate love and passion…, it’s beautiful… my damn it is beautiful. The hot babe I got; is unlike any other babe before him.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOCXS393E5e
He stops kissing and looks at me: “My dear NANCY…. I love you so very much…, the time we met… the short-time we’ve had…. Oh the passion and drive we share in our sexual relationship… is unbelievably brilliant…. No one should ever take this treasured relationship from us… aren’t that right…?80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGR3D3ufPmy
I smile as I put my palm on his beautiful chest; and smile up at him. He holds my hand down on his chest as I speak:80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70Last3KUh
“I will never forget my dear JESSE…. I will NEVER forget the love and sexual desire we have for each other… we are forever and ever…”
And the kissing show starts again. He lays me down on the sofa carefully; with him bending downwards towards me kissing…, ahh… ahh… the love… the love…. The sexual content I speak is beautiful.. handsome.. magnificent… unlike anything of this world..
Like I have said… I have found our SUPERMAN… the one and only believable SUPERMAN. Obviously he doesn’t have heat vision; ice breath, super strength; super speed or flight…. But he is heaven… like JESUS has returned…80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMjWSZ4reTG
I’ve always loved SUPERMAN… and when I was younger… if I could have had any of his abilities; would be flight…. Ahh… especially in a love session. Us floating through the air; with JESSE floating my held body in the air… ahhh… love… ultimate love..
The sexual feelings are getting to me… the sexual thoughts keep coming to my brain as I let my man kiss and kiss….. and kiss… til I fall asleep…
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