Why I quit

1) The coffee was bad
2) Junior colleagues addressed their seniors by “sir”
3) Another out-sourcing success story, i.e. working for peanuts
4) No free meals
5) Annoying team members
6) Cranky AC
7) No proper parking facilities
8) Too far from where I live
9) Overall dissatisfaction
10) Not enough exercise for my grey cells
11) It felt like a chore
12) Today’s the 7th
13) Do what you love

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Ver 3.0

It simply stated “Ceasefire ceased, member states stationed at summit summoned home.” Within 24 hours all cable connections and internet services were shut down and 91.9 FM employees were all fired. Just like that. I suppose All India Radio, too, but who listens to them?
Most refugee camps were vacated overnight, leaving empty tents in government sanctioned settlements. Newspapers were much in demand and some printing presses were even attacked and vandalized. Printing equipment selling like conflict diamonds on the black market.
One day all the ATM’s stopped dispensing cash and the banks closed their doors for the final time. It wasn’t long before currency ran out and people started exchanging goods.
About this time, there was a rumor going around about hordes of people immigrating across state lines as most of the security at these posts had returned home. Taking this as a sign, I packed my Wildcraft backpack and exchanged my Greg Bennett acoustic guitar for a full tank of fuel. I couldn’t know for certain how far it would get me, but I figured doing something was better than staying at home.
She had said, “Come as soon as you can,” and up until now it wasn’t possible because of all the visa issues that popped up. Now, visas were not needed and she was the first person on my mind. This would certainly be a surprise.
The fuel was used up by the time I entered Maharashtra, so I exchanged the bike for a horse and continued. The horse gave out on the outskirts of Gujarat and I hitch-hiked till I got to the Pakistan border. I was stuck there for a few days because neither of the armies were willing to leave the border for even a moment. Big surprise! Finally I convinced them I was going on a pilgrimage and they had to let me pass.
On through Afghanistan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan and Kazakhstan I hitched rides on trucks, cycles, motorbikes, cars, horses, and for a short stint even traveled with a group of gypsies heading nowhere in particular.
By the time I reached the Russian border, I only had the clothes I was wearing and rubber sandals a group of Thai businessmen gave me when they saw me barefoot. They were actually doing a round the world trip when war had been declared. Of course, it being the start of winter already I had to get warmer clothes and some snow boots. I took a job in a
stable and spent a month milking goats and making cheese until the owner paid me with some worn out boots and wooden skis.
Skiing across Russia wasn’t the most fun thing to do with the majority of towns all boarded up or destroyed by RPGs. It took me around two months to reach Raate on the Finnish border. The officials there were very impressed that I had made it that far and as a gesture of goodwill gave me a sled with four huskies. I promised to mail them a few bottles of Prosecco if I made it to my destination, but they said to think nothing of it, ’cause they might not be around to receive it anyway.
A week later I was walking along the Oulujoki on the way to my lover’s place. The locals were kind enough to guide me even though my Finnish hadn’t gotten past “Noni.” Walking up the flight of stairs to her door, I couldn’t help but smile at my adventures. Before I could knock, it swung open…

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Humanity’s Hope

(Warning: Might contain triggers)

ItWasn’tMe: Hi… <chuckles>
WonderWoman: Hi.
IWM: I was checking you– Sorry, I just wanted to congratulate you for what you’re doing.
WW: What am I doing?
IWM: Uh… Standing up for the cause and all that…
WW: Ah, thanks. Are you new here? Haven’t seen you before.
IWM: <chuckles> Yes, yes, I’m new. Brand new, you know. <winks>
WW: Hmm…
IWM: I came here just to get an idea of what this whole thing is. You said some interesting things.
WW: Thanks.
IWM: Anyway, I was wondering, are you like androgynous or something. I mean, no disrespect if you are. But I was just… wondering… ’cause you’re really fit, and I wasn’t sure…
WW: I’m all woman.
IWM: Oh. <laughs> Yes, of course. Silly me. Great body, great body. I just thought… <giggles> Silly, silly…
WW: So you support our cause?
IWM: And what would that be?
WW: You know, equal rights to all. Love everyone the same. Kill the bad guys.
IWM: Seriously? Kill the bad guys? I didn’t know this was that kinda cause.
WW: I’m joking.
IWM: I see. Well, if you were representing the cause of course I’d support it.
WW: What do you mean?
IWM: I respect your intelligence. And I– I admire your beaut– bravery.
WW: Hm.
IWM: No, really. I like a woman who thinks for herself. Like you. I’m a feminist, you know. Richard Gere’s been my hero since childhood.
WW: He’s a feminist?
IWM: No, he said he’s a lesbian.
WW: You’re a lesbian.
IWM: <chuckles> I wish– I mean, no, no, I like lesbians. I mean, I think lesbians are feminists and women can love other women. Honestly, I think it’s quite hot, too. You know what I mean.
WW: Actually, I don’t. What are you talking about?
IWM: Equality. In the workplace, the bedroom and in the White House.
WW: Here we go.
IWM: Really, that Trump guy is putting all mankind to shame.
WW: I’m glad you feel so strongly about it.
IWM: Someone ought to put him in his place.
WW: Funny you should say that, ’cause I’m actually on my way there now. Wanna help?
IWM: What? Americistan? I didn’t mean do something right now. I have an appointment at B-Blunt at three. They won’t reschedule. Huh. You know how these hairstylists are. They think they’re celebrities or something.
WW: Your hair is more important than the status of women in America.
IWM: Phew. Girl, you don’t know the half of it. Do you have any idea about the waiting list some of these salons have.
WW: I think I have better things to do.
IWM: Precisely. You’ve got a nice do by the way. Where did you get it? Needs some finishing touches, but whatever works, right? <laughs>
WonderWoman: I’ve gotta go.
ItWasn’tMe: So soooonn…. Hit me up on facebook, okay. Ta…

Dr.

Scalpel in hand, she smiles meekly
Glint to curves, manuals to stance
A camel her choice of carriage
Veiled by birthright yet calm
The charm of strangers
Stares that seek out her windows
Only to find she’s not home

A distant land, his fingers wonder
Tapping keys to relay messages
No piegons for him or ancient parchment
But the internet, the relevant
Forget handwriting, this is permanent

If the spiritual preceded the real
If words were emotions that peel
Layers of mystery
only presence can quench
If all our insecurities were just masks
that fell away to a kind touch
That wasn’t even enough to feel
Understood and accepted
It would mean everything

She asks, “How have you been?
Thought you were gone for good
or bad, I’m not certain.”
He looks at the glistening steel
A faint flicker in her gaze and it’s gone
He retrieves the blade and grins
“No need for that, I’m fine.”