Going To Work

That is a statement. No judgement. Some people enjoy their work, some don’t and some hold various opinions in between. For a while now every time I go to work, and listen to the radio. Alt station mostly, The Wombat’s song “Sorry I’m Late, I Didn’t Want To Come” has been playing. It has been cool to rock out to that, as it felt quite right most days.

Even today. There is a lot of items on the to-do list. It has been multiplying like rabbits for a while now. No matter how fast I try to complete and check some off, seems like for every one, two take it’s place.

Some might look in from the outside and decide one thing about me, another something different. My viewpoint of my life is something even different. True about everyone, right?

This was the same series of thoughts that Vikki held every day for a while. She was struggling to keep her weary head above the line. Not wanting to drown in the bills, the expectations, wondering when she could take time for herself. In need of a vacation, maybe a little more, if she was really honest.

The morning drive had started earlier and earlier the last week, avoiding traffic, but also to allow for all the road work. The weather hadn't helped either. She had not complained to anyone in her life, they all had their problems, no sense adding to anyone else's burden. She had momentarily flirted with the idea of looking for some one to commute to work with, but that would mean sacrificing this sweet time of being alone twice a day. It was hard for her to admit even to herself how much it meant. Another thing she wasn't ready to admit to herself.

Maybe she might try to write some of her thoughts down as the psych article she read last night. Did I bookmark that article? The car ahead's brake lights came onD and Vikki had to check her mirror and see if she could slide over a lane so she wouldn't have to take the cruise control off. The lanes were clear, usual at this hour. No stress, but she still had to be alert and careful. Ice on the bridge ahead, likely. She took the cruise control off any way and let the vehicle's speed slow down on its on, just incase. Not like there was anyone around, but a deer could pop out at any time she knew.

Tonight I am going to bed earlier. IF I can't sleep, will try that writing thing. Clear my mind of stuff if nothing else. Vikki hit a button on the steering wheel and turned off the radio. The quiet this morning, was calming. That is what she needed more than a motivating beat.

She passed the next exit and checked clock on the dash. Making good time. She will have time to walk a little, maybe do the stairs once after dumping her stuff. Otherwise she might not get in enough movement for the day. Did I put my earphones in my purse? She kept meaning to find them. That had taken a week to remember. The only time I remember them is when it is too late to do anything about putting them in my purse, like now. It doesn't matter how fast I walk now anyway, just that I do. Stop judging yourself, Vikki. Stop talking to yourself like you are another person. Shit. I must be going cray-cray. Wait, nope. I am questioning myself, didn't that one book say that was normal-ish?

Her exit was coming up, once she made the slight turn off to the ramp taking her off the expressway, there were more cars and trucks demanding her attention. More this morning than previously, probably due to last night's rain and drop in temperature, more people wanting to avoid the heavier traffic time.

Rough draft of fiction in process above, any thoughts?