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ONE – BEAUTIFUL BASTARD
“Shit,” I mumbled to myself. I knew the moment I woke up this morning that my day was going to suck. Sitting in my car, I tried to peer around the huge SUV in front of me. What the hell is the problem? I had been stuck in the same spot on this forsaken freeway for ten minutes now. And that was ten minutes more than I had. I looked at the clock again. Shit.
I sighed and glanced out the window, my eyes meeting those of the driver next to me. The forty-something man flashed me a creepy smile and mouthed the word ‘nice’, Ew. Why did men have to be such pigs? I leaned my head back on the seat and let out a long sigh, thinking back on the debacle that had begun my day.
I had woken to the blaring sound of My Chemical Romance playing through the speakers of my alarm clock. I moaned, burying my head in my pillow, and reached over to fumble with the controls. But the sound didn’t quiet, it got louder. What the hell? I leaned farther to pull the cord out of the wall, and fell out of bed. Unfortunately, the clock and everything else on my nightstand table came tumbling with me.
Oh no! My Blackberry! My now empty glass of water lay next to my sopping wet phone. Panic started to set in as I held the dripping phone in my hand. I was dead. My whole life and Mr. Ryan’s entire schedule was in this thing. I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down. Maybe it would dry out and be fine, I told myself . Yea right. Because water and expensive electronic devices go so well together.
I silently prayed that I had remembered to back it up before leaving last night. But after remembering the day that I had yesterday, I was almost positive I’d forgotten. My boss, Bennett Ryan, had been in a particularly nasty mood, and had spent the majority of his day barking out orders and slamming his door. The man was a first class jerk. He had taken over for my previous boss nine months earlier, and was just as big a pig now as he was the day he started. Usually it didn’t bother me, I hadn’t gotten where I was by having thin skin. But that day I had been wearing my brand new Michael Kors dress, a huge shopping splurge and was feeling particularly good about myself. His tantrum had me ready to hire a hit man by the time six o’clock came around.
I sighed when I realized that I would have to spend my lunch hour getting a new phone. Great. I somehow managed to pull myself out of my internal rambling and get myself ready for the day. Of course the coffee maker died, and my keys had fallen into the couch cushion, but somehow, I managed to make it to my car only running a few minutes behind. That was of course until the accident.