The Dream Job


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Last night I walked a way from my routine of watching King of Kings. I wanted to see what other people were watching. I surfed through the channels and came across a show called Dirty Money.

Now I have always known that money was dirty. I learned that real quick when I was working in the public eye where money was quickly exchanged. My fingers some days look like I had been working in a small flower garden.

I tuned in on it and I was really shocked at what I had been missing out there. There were work opportunities that  had been  passing  me by. The money that could be made was more than in my wildest dreams. Thousands, yes thousands. All I had to do was be myself.

I had to buy some fancy clothes. I may have to take a one-time class updatin  my lady etiquette  manners. Maybe buy some jewelry and oh, the most important thing, go to Weight Watchers to get slim and sexy looking.

For only four hours worth of smiling and maybe a few favors being done, I could earn five thousand dollars. That was the least I could earn. Do you realize I could stay at home keep my passion with my writing and friends? I could work part-time and still have plenty of time for all of you.

As I watched the show I compared myself to some of the business owners and knew that I had a lot of work to do before I could open my own business. I would have to stop my fun and healthy exercises and get my own personal trainer.

I may have to seek out a plastic surgeon and have some bumps and curves added here and there. Oh and by the way, while you are adding Mr. Doctor, can you take out this extra five-pounds around my waist? It really has been bothering me ever since I had kids.

Now I needed to go visit one of those second-hand stores. I was going to have to practice walking the run way with my new four-inch heels. I guess I would look pretty silly falling in front of all of those prestigious clients. So the goal for one day was walk, walk, and hold the chest up and out.

I noticed that a very important piece of evidence included in my resume needed to be my education. Did this mean that my local high school education was not good enough. Well what about my local community college classes, did they count? Was I going to have to send a way to one of those phony internet companies and have some printed framed degrees made up?

I really don’t believe that this work opportunity was a gift from God. Knowing this before  hand, would I be spending all of this quality time with myself only to fail down the road? I know that when I walk the wrong path, I always have to pay the price but, I would have plenty of money to tide me over while getting my dignity and confidence back, right?

Well after watching the one hour entertaining and educational show, I flipped the channel over to the Golden Girls. Although it sounded mysterious, glamorous and exciting, I don’t think being a high-class prostitute is for me after all. Thank you little television for letting me see a tiny dark side of what I have been missing in the world. I guess I will go back to praying and listening for an answer.

Did You Know Her?


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Grandma was a 92-year-old with a mind  age of 50. She lived in a flat  in downtown Seattle. A city full of life and lights that never dimmed. Betty lived with two other occupants, her two dogs, Frankie and Johnnie.

These two dogs watched over their master, never forgetting that at one time they each had lived in a shelter for homeless dogs.  Frankie was a golden retriever and Johnnie was a black lab. She had adopted the two at the same time, both being about the age of one year.

Each year at the holidays, you could find Betty deeply involved with the less fortunate. She could be found in the kitchen, peeling potatoes, or you may see her out on the front line, filling up plates, with fresh slices of turkey, green beans, and a nice piece of juicy ham.

Betty also spent many Sunday afternoons at the nursing homes, reading to the patients, or going room to room to pop in and say a quick hello. Hospitals got to know her visits so well, that she was known as God’s angel.

When she wasn’t involved with helping someone else, she could be found in  her apartment, feeding her dogs first and then rummaging through her cupboards to find herself something to eat.

Her cupboards were less than half-filled. If you peeked inside, you would possibly see a few cans of soup, some canned vegetables, and a can or two of meat. In her refrigerator, you would see water in a jug, maybe some milk, and always her stored glass jar of ground coffee.

Betty had been brought up by parents who were well-known. They had made their fortunes by selling and buying stocks. She remembered many parties that had been held in their home. Lots of food and drink available, smoke lingering in the air from cigars, and gambling.

Betty also remembered many a Christmas’s, when the door knocker would sound, and her father would open the door to someone hungry and cold, and her father would shut the door in their faces, yelling harshly at the beggars to get a job free loader.

Betty remembered pretty dresses, and shoes and socks that matched. A nice warm bed at nights, stuffed dolls standing on shelves. A warm bath awaited her each morning, as her nanny came in to wake her up.  Meals were served in the large dining room. A long, rectangle table with many chairs, but the only one being seated at most meals was herself.

Betty was not schooled in the public schools. She had a private tutor that came to her home five days a week, and for four hours each visit, she was taught how to read and write.

Playing with other children was prohibited. Her father wanted no one less than his own kind  entering his door. Betty’s best friend was her nanny and her dolls. She would line up her dolls at her child size table, and with the help of Sara, the nanny, tea and cookies would be served to each of her friends.

When Betty grew up, she took with her memories of her childhood. Loneliness was her biggest shadow, and she vowed she would do her best to never see a sad face again. She worked for her parents in the office, that was in one of the tallest buildings down town.

She made a few close friends, and dated some, but never found the perfect mate, so marriage never entered her life. She saved money, but never invested. She followed the rules of her parent’s home, until one day she was sick at heart of the stuffiness, and broke a way. She found a flat, and then visited second-hand stores, filling her apartment with golden treasures.

Eventually she retired from the family business and with her tidy savings in the local bank, she went to work for a small business, where the goal was to help those in need. It was one of the stores she had went to when she was looking for furniture. Here she worked behind the counter.

She helped customers fill out paper work. She made calls to help some to retain heat during the cold winter months. She partook in putting meals together, and making sure that no one left the front door empty-handed.

Betty did this kind of work for many years. As she went home from work she would be tired, but it was a good tired. She loved her home, but walking into quietness, sometimes would make her sad. She decided to visit an animal shelter, and this is where she acquired her two best friends.

Each night she would turn the key in her door, and when it was opened, there would be Frankie and Johnnie, with tails wagging. She was always welcomed with love, and loyalty. She would go to the cupboards, and get two cans of dog food out and feed them first, before she thought about her own needs.

After the dogs finished eating, they would all sit on the couch, she would pet and talk to them, and they in turn would give her kisses and love. Betty felt that there was nothing else in her life that she could possibly need.

As years passed, Betty’s body began to tire out. Arthritis had set in and walking was  more difficult.  At the  age of 82, she retired from her job, and spent most of her time with her dogs, but something was missing. She did not feel as if she was doing enough to help others. She needed more out of her life.

This is when she bumped into the homeless shelters and soup kitchens. There was no money to be made, but she didn’t care. What she received from this job was far more valuable than any dollar. Sometimes she took scraps home to her two dogs. These treats she provided, also gave her more love than she could ever want for.

Betty lived like this for many more years, until one time as she walked in her front door, she walked into silence. Frankie had went to sleep for ever on her side of the bed on the floor, and she found Johnnie sitting quietly near by.

This saddened Betty so much, she sat on her bed and cried for the loss of her good friend. She called the maintenance man and asked for his help in taking care of the dog’s body. It was less than two weeks later, that Johnnie died of loneliness  for his friend.

Betty found herself alone. She would walk with her cane over to the living room window, and look out over the city, seeing life but no living, lights with no glow. She was growing very weak herself, and knew that her own time was coming to an end, and yet she knew that she had lived the best life and had helped so many.

She turned from the window, and walked to the kitchen, and taking two cans of dog food out of the cabinet, set them down, but never opened them. Tears slid down her face as she realized this habit could be no more, and placed the two cans back on the shelf.

She was not hungry, and she went into her bathroom, and washing her face and brushing her hair, she then went to her bedroom, and slipping into bed, she pulled her worn blankets up around her face, and thinking about Frankie and Johnnie, she went to sleep, never to wake again.

Her death was discovered by the postal man. He knocked on her door out of habit for many years. He would hand her mail to her, and she would stand and chat with him a few moments, brightening his day, but today no one answered the door.

The next days paper showed the following information. Betty, 92 years old, passed a way in her sleep peacefully. She had never married, but had adopted two dogs that were her children and the joy of her life. She dedicated her life to helping the less fortunate. Everyone knew her name and her heart. She never met a stranger. Betty’s parents had died many years earlier. There were no brothers or sisters. Betty had an estimated one million dollars, which has been left to the city to be spent on building new homeless shelters for people and animals. Betty will be missed by many. Rest in peace my friend.

Free Write Friday, July 27, 2012


Shawn was in the apple orchard picking his sweetheart the biggest, plumpest apples he could find. He was going to give them to her tonight over dinner, to let her know that she was definitely the apple of his eye. After dinner he planned to ask her to be his wife.

He had been working on this plan for some time, getting it just right, providing the perfect setting. Julie had been a hard one to crack. She was better off financially than Shawn, and had at first looked down her nose at Shawn, but with much work and persistence, he had swayed her in his direction.

Shawn knew the moment he saw her he was going to make her his. He worked at a garage as a mechanic, and Julie brought her sports car in every two months for a check-up and an oil change.

When he approached her in the beginning Julie was very aloof from him. She was not falling for any of his humor. Julie had a two-year old sports car in the shade of jade. It had an intrinsic glow to it, and you could see it coming a mile down the road. The symmetry was perfect for this car. It could take curves quicker than you could blink an eye. Shawn bet that it could go from 0 to 100 in sixty seconds or less.

While the dating had begun between the two, Shawn worked as much as he could to save money for a nicer car than he, himself owned. There was nothing wrong with his car, but if he intended to continue to impress Julie, he had to park this one in the shadows of his garage and find a richer looking car.

The two ended up being very close, spending every free moment they could afford to. Shawn was brushing up on  his manners, and had been pumping iron in his bedroom every night, until everyone could not help but notice his immense muscles, and even Julie was impressed with his artistic form.

The owner of the garage knew Shawn’s intentions, and kept his eye open on newer, wheels for him. His boss saw that his feelings for Julie were sincere, and he was sure that Julie felt the same way about Shawn.

After about seven months had gone by, the owner of the garage motioned Shawn to stick around after the garage closed. Shawn thought he had screwed up in some way and he was about to get a chewing out, but when he met the boss in his office, there was a smile on his face, and Shawn let out a sigh of relief and sat down in the chair across from him.

The boss lit up a cigarette and handed one to Shawn, and as they enjoyed being off the clock, the boss asked Shawn if he had found his dream car yet, and Shawn hung his head a little down, and shook his head no. The boss jumped up from his seat, and putting his butt out in the ash tray, said come on, let’s check out what I found. Come out back here.

When they both walked through the back door, there sat a midnite blue Cadillac. It was a beauty! It was full of shine and plenty of chrome. The inside was alabaster in color. Shawn’s mouth dropped to his knees and his eyes bugged out of their sockets.

The boss explained that an old couple that he had known, well, the husband had passed on, and that his widow didn’t want the car any longer, and wanted to sell it. Now, he says to him, I  used to work on this car, and I know of a few minor things that need to be replaced and or adjusted. Would you be willing to purchase this baby? Shawn asked how much it was, and the owner stated that he had been needing an assistant manager to help run the garage, so he, the owner, could take a few more days off for fishing and car shows. He figured that with the increase in wages, he would be able to have this car paid off in a couple of months, if he could just come up with at least half now.

When Shawn found out the price and what the boss wanted up front, he knew he had that in his savings at home, so the two shook hands and a deal was made.

Shawn didn’t breathe a word of his new car to Julie. He wanted to pick her up in it the night he was going to ask her to marry him. He worked harder than ever at the garage, learning how to open and close the registers, where the buttons were and how to use them in case of a robbery. He learned how to make bank deposits. The owner was proud of his quick ability to learn, and in no time, the two months were up and the car, was his.

He had done it! He had improved himself, had respectable wheels, had moved up at work, and now as he drove his shiny new caddy  with his fresh picked apples and the diamond ring in  his jeans pocket, he was ready to pick up Julie and take her to dinner, and pop the big question.

When he pulled up to her house, she was standing outside waiting for him. She looked hot. That must be a new dress she was wearing, as he didn’t remember ever seeing her in it. She looked at him but her eyes kept bouncing back to the car. She asked him who’s it was and he told her it was his. She questioned him on how in the world he could ever afford it, and he just smiled and said he had his ways.

She told him it was a nice car, Shawn was disappointed, as he didn’t get the response that he was hoping for. He patted the box in his pant’s pocket, and opened the passenger door for her to get in. After shutting her door, he raced over to his side and got in. He turned the music up a little, the sounds coming from all corners.

They stopped in front of the restaurant, and he jumped out and went over and opened her door for him, and the two walked in. They were seated and given their menus. After their drinks arrived, and the orders were placed, Julie took  his two hands together, and laying hers over his, and said that she had something to say.

Shawn didn’t wait, he got up from his chair and left her sitting there alone, as he could hear the last part of her words echoing in his mind, I am so sorry, but I have found someone else. I like you but I don’t want to lead you on………….Shawn pulled the box out of his pocket and dropped it on the floor board of his car. He got in and drove home in silence,  pondering on what he hadn’t done to win her heart totally.

Thank-you Kellie for allowing me yet another chance to write for you on Free Write Friday.

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