devidiva
I heard the lock click into place behind me, (damn), as I stood outside, shivering in a thin tank top and my panties. Who installed this self-locking door, and put padlocks on the outside of the gates around our yard? Who wanted to lock me in?
Locked out. Fuck. In my own backyard. How did this crazy event occur? The door slammed shut behind me, as I ran out to chase away the neighbor cat from our garden, wearing only my panties and a thin tank top. Who installed a self-locking door anyway with lockable padlocks on the gates, if for no reason but to lock me in my own house...?
I never thought I would be a good manager. Ideas, that's the realm in which I'm the most comfortable. Yet, here I am, bestowed with this "promotion." A people-person job. And I'd rather be in my own head. Grappling with disputes, only in my mind, am I able to solve them.