I’ve written around 32 short stories for this blog in 2023. Wow, I’m actually surprised it’s that much. I took about three months “off”, and I say that in quotation marks because I still published posts every Friday, but they were articles.
Most people use Sundays to relax, but I feel it’s the best day to hit the gym. It’s empty, so there are no meatheads flexing their muscles and bimbos taking pictures of their asses in the mirror. What could be better than that?
My bus arrived in Cape Town on time, but the new landlord hadn’t. That made me even more nervous after he hadn’t answered my call an hour earlier. He told me to call him before I arrived so that he could fetch me at the station.
I hated working late. It’s already happened several times that my boss asked me to double-check the driver-loading times, which I struggled to grasp for quite some time. That meant I had to work late every day for weeks to ensure
Maxine flailed her arms over the six colleagues sitting in front of me to get my attention to send her the Google analytics while my boss blew my eardrum over the phone, demanding I attend to Palion Inc’s account with urgency
I would do anything to make my mother’s life easier. That’s one of the reasons I enrolled in a university to study finance. My plan was to find employment in a big hedge fund firm and support my mother. She is my saviour
The media, feminism and everyone who spoke against traditional roles lied to me. I thought I had it all figured out, but I was wrong. So here I am, as a 37-year-old woman looking for the love of my life and more, wondering where I went wrong.
“And finally, the 30-metre pool with the fountain, overlooking the tennis court. Hope you like what you’ve seen?” I said.Patrick glanced at my bulging tits and then looked at my long legs. “I do. Price?” “3.5 million.”
I’ve been posting only articles for the last few weeks because my new job has completely exhausted me. I’ve struggled to tap into the creative side of my brain, so it was easier for me to write articles.
Some jobs can take up most of your time, leaving you to do very little else. That’s what happened to me since I started a new job in September. I’ve been doing it for almost two months, and I knew immediately that it was not for me.