At the office

She moved around in her chair for what must have been the 100th time to get comfortable. It was an alright chair – she’d been kinda proud when she found it at Target on a Saturday afternoon when she really wasn’t shopping for anything. It raised and lowerd, had a lumbar support thing too, but she never changed it. The knob was too hard to turn.

It had armrests covered in fake leather too. She didn’t used those much either.

But it tilted, and now she tilted back to close her eyes for just few…seemed like lately she was always rushing throw everything and didn’t even know if she could sit still for a minute. She’s going to try now, eyes closed…
1,2,3,4,5,6,7…….He didn’t have a wedding ring? Did he? No, she would have noticed that.

16,17,18,19,…maybe he took it off to hit on girls. Ok, if that was the case, she didn’t want anything to do with him anyway! Sleaze…

36.37…but if he’d taken it off to go after women, why not her? she had been looking pretty good that night, hadn’t she?

Now she got out her compact and opened it to look at herself in the foundation-dusted mirror…

Her eyes were too wide open. she looked like a 12 year old peeking out of a grown woman’s body…so she narrowed them…better.

Now she could barely see the color of her eyes. SHIT. Guys liked green eyes, didn’t they? Here’s were pretty enough, though she could see specks of brown in them…how does that happen?

she didn’t make it the full minute.

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