Marie was bored. And it had less to do with the file staring up at her from her desk, and more to do with the hum-drum feeling she had in her heart. It wasn’t really so much a case of ‘the blues’; no, ‘the blues’ would imply more depth of feeling, slightly bordering on despair. This was more like a lazy malaise clinging by a tenuous grip on said heart that, while kinda-sorta sad, was actually more casual than serious.
And where some people might have been able to convince the feeling to eventually let go of them, Marie wasn’t one of those. She’d always had felt a bit too deeply, indulged in emotion the way an recovering alcoholic tried to have just one drink, convinced that just one would be okay, that they could control themselves, control the slow on coming of want for more. That inability to control how deeply and how easily feelings and emotions could overwhelm her had been a source of a lot of trouble for her, especially in her romantic relationships. It had led her to read too much into what an interested party said, or to pick apart an otherwise innocuous text message and reconstruct it into a secretly coded way of hiding some deception, some disingenuous sentiment, resulting – always resulting – in said interested party to become so not so interested.
“Oh blah,” she huffed out not so silently. She could hear Tabitha giggle. “What’s wrong, Marie? Is the honeymoon over?”
“Ha, very ha Tabby!” Marie retorted good naturedly. She and Tabitha had been working in the Planning Department of the City of Carlsbad for almost two months now, prepping files for scanning. It was long, dull, tedious work requiring careful attention to detail, making sure to weed out only what needed to be, then putting it all under the proper tabs, in chronological order. No mean feat considering the sheer volume of papers some of the files contained. ‘Tedious’ was usually an understatement.
Such was the weighty mess of papers currently strewn in a rather chaotic semi order on Marie’s desk. She could feel the beginnings of a minor head ache coming on from the eyestrain that was quickly becoming a regular work hazard. ‘Blah’, indeed.
“Well, look at it like this, it could be worse,” Tabitha offered, peaking around the corner of Marie’s cubicle.
“How so?” Marie huffed back.
“You could be working another warehouse job…”
“Feck that!” she retorted. “Eh, who am I kidding? You’re right, of course,” Marie admitted reluctantly.
“See? There’s always a silver lining!”
“Oh I wouldn’t go that far, now.”
“Yeah well, keep in mind how much you’re getting paid…”
“Hmmm…” Marie thought. “’Tis but too true, that.”
Tabitha patted her on the back. “Just keep your goals in sight, and it’ll make all this hard labor much much easier to bear!”
Marie giggled, “Oh now you! Get back into yer hole, Youngin’!” she added, playfully swatting at Tabitha.
Tabitha laughed back as Marie smiled. If there was one constant in the universe, it was the fact of Tabitha’s ability to bring her out of any mood that was less than jovial.
‘Now if only something could come along to ease the loneliness as easily as Tabitha can lighten my mood!’
From my forthcoming book…!