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Most people are stuck at a dead-end job that they want little to do with during their working hours. They just clock-in, do what they need to do for the day, and clock-out when it’s time. They don’t really care about anything else.
But no matter where you go, there’s always that one coworker that complains just to complain. There’s nothing they can do about the matter, and yet they continue to complain.
And that can easily get under a person’s skin…
Continue reading Annoyance Part SixMost people are stuck at a dead-end job that they want little to do with during their working hours. They just clock-in, do what they need to do for the day, and clock-out when it’s time. They don’t really care about anything else.
But no matter where you go, there’s always that one coworker that complains just to complain. There’s nothing they can do about the matter, and yet they continue to complain.
And that can easily get under a person’s skin…
Continue reading Annoyance Part FiveThere’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.
But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.
My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.
Continue reading Stupid Question FinaleThere’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.
But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.
My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.
Continue reading Stupid Question Part FourThere’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.
But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.
My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.
Continue reading Stupid Question Part ThreeThere’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.
But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.
My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.
Continue reading Stupid Question Part TwoThere’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.
But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.
My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.
Continue reading Stupid Question Part OneI really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.
So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.
The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.
May God save the person who decides to approach me…
Continue reading Rush Hour FinaleI really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.
So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.
The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.
May God save the person who decides to approach me…
Continue reading Rush Hour Part FiveI really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.
So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.
The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.
May God save the person who decides to approach me…
Continue reading Rush Hour Part FourI really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.
So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.
The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.
May God save the person who decides to approach me…
Continue reading Rush Hour Part ThreeI really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.
So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.
The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.
May God save the person who decides to approach me…
Continue reading Rush Hour Part Two
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