Writing Break 11/25/07

"Jess...Listen....Hey...He's just like all the other musicians you've dated in the last year.  He's seems sweet and sensitive now, but in a week he'll write a song about another girl and you'll break their hearts like all the rest."  I said this with very little inflection in my voice; I knew that Jess could hear the exasperation in my voice.  She had to know that I was so bored with this subject that I could litterally
predict her next statement: This one just has something the others didn't have.

"This one just has..."

"Jess....Hey, Jess, are you there."  No response.  Great, now I have to have the whole conversation again, because by the time Jess figures out I'm not on the line anymore she'll have told the whole story, and will have to start over to make sure I have all the facts.

As I reached up to my head set to end the call a strange voice said: "Just do it...I don't want to have her hanging around him all the time.  He means too much to the plan now; and he doesn't suspect anything.  You have to get that girl, before she sees something she shouldn't."

I tried not to breath into the mic, I didn't know if the person could hear me or not.  All I wanted was to go back to bed at this moment, and to wake up again, so that none of this would be happening.  So much for a normal day.

I quickly pushed the button on my head set determined not to let this oddity impact my day. 

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By lunch time I knew that I could no longer escape from what I had heard.  Jess had called back to tell the story again, and Rob had called to see if we could possibly hang out another night because his new gothy girl friend had gotten him tickets to some band I've never heard of and my boss had come to my desk three times to ask me to do one simple task.  I was so relived to see Steph, when she peaked her
head into the gray world that was my cubicle.

"Ready?"

"God, yes;" I quickly replied.  "I'm starving and I think I'm having a mental breakdown."

"Oh-really, is it some new guy, the same old guy, or girl problems?'

"Very cute; I'm serious!  I was taking to a friend this morning when the line got switched or something.  I think I heard someone issuing a death order.  I didn't recognize the voice, and they didn't use any names so I don't even have anything to go to anyone with."  I instantly felt better, and yet stupid at the same time.  There was nothing I could do; I knew that; but this was seriously ruining my day and unless I came up with a plan fast I probably shouldn't come back from lunch.

"Andi; there is nothing you can do.  I mean; people like us do not get involved in plots that could end in the termination of a life.  We hunker down in our little grey worlds until the end of the day and then try to mind our own business on our drive home.  That's us; that what we've always been."