At work I arrive first and take a moment to enjoy the autumn chill in the air, before unlocking the door. Inside I flip on the lights and head up to my office. I put on music as I start shuffling papers.
My boss pulled a hamstrung running after her daughter.
Our nurse just got engaged. Her parents don't know.
Another is going to a sex party this weekend. She told us it was a costume party.
One receptionist got strep from her baby; the other is giving us all the silent treatment. We don't know why.
Our referral coordinator keeps complaining about wearing a thong. She needs to do laundry.
One doctor ordered the office pizza. The restaurant posted it on Facebook.
The second ate lunch inside for the first time since she started here. She likes her alone time.
I made my friends laugh so hard we all cried. They called upstairs because we were making too much noise.
At work things are peaceful.
At work every day is different.
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Musings on Life from a Dead Girl
Poetry#2 in poetry July 2024 Poetry about the life of a girl.
