By Yash Seyedbagheri
I dream of storming my boss. Tsar of the coffee shop.
In my mind, he genuflects, saying something other than “Pick up the pace.” Maybe it’s an “I’m sorry.” Better yet, he fumbles for words, and they crash to the floor.
I don a worker’s cap. Prepare to distribute smiles. Tell tired customers that I know what it means to have numbers and parameters strangling you, from your first bowl of cereal all the way to cold spaghetti at midnight.
Bills slither through my door. Power, cell phone, rent. Fridge dwindles to Vienna sausages.
I prolong the revolution, but don’t surrender.
Brilliantly done. Lovely use of language all the way through – for instance “Bills slither through my door.” Wonderful writing.
Great 101 words! Well done!
I love bills slither too ?
I do too!
Captivating portrayal of daily struggles and aspirations.
“Better yet, he fumbles for words, and they crash to the floor.” — Beautiful!
Fabulous use of language throughout. Well done 🙂
Very relatable. I don’t know anyone who hasn’t dreamt of revolution in the work place, and sometimes even managed “mini revolutions” behind the scenes. Good job!
You have a great knack for writing Yash!
Thank you!