The bus arrives at last and, like any other Monday, it’s packed. Fully understanding that there will be no seat for her, Caitlynn stands close to the rear exit of the bus and tries her best to keep her balance as the vehicle jerks her and everyone on board at every stop and streetlight. School kids, pregnant women, elderly people, and the typical businessmen all surround her. But they pay no mind. In their world, she is just a tiny piece of biological matter, floating about trying to find her own meaning in the world. They see her, standing alone and lost in her own daydreams, but they will never care about the radiance hidden beneath her conventional and boring shell. A few moments pass and Caitlynn exits the bus leaving her fantasies of a better life by the rear door, where she once stood. Holding her cell phone to her ear with her shoulder she performs her usual circus act of balancing three kinds of coffee, a pack of cigarettes, dry cleaning, and four different newspapers everywhere else, scrabbling in the misty rain with all of her boss’s “necessities” before walking into the office. She gives a half-assed good morning to the security guard and she’s on the elevator. Finally making it to her desk, more than 20 minutes late, Caitlynn quickly tries to get herself situated and ready for the long day ahead of her. Seven appointments, five cups of coffee, one lousy soup for lunch, and eight cigarettes breaks later, she’s ready to go home. “I just need to finish this last portfolio and then I can finally leave this hellhole” she thought to herself, as the remaining hour of her day slowly inched by. Everyday has the same routine and the same results. Tired feet, achy back begging for a bath, and a headache to last almost the entire evening.
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