“Thanks for calling BodyZone, this is Mike, how may I help you?”  He droned it out in the happiest possible tone, just in case this call was being “monitored for quality assurance,” but he got tired of saying it within the first three months of the job.  Now four years later, he had a hard time getting …
Standing near the edge, you’re always cautious.  You can’t quite see how far down it really is – a good indication that extreme caution should be used.  You hold on to the handrails, you tread carefully.  You always watch where you step. But you can’t help it – you have to look, you have to try and see …
I know shouldn’t but I still do, look forward to those phone calls, from me to you. It completes my day, and elevates it, and makes it at least OK. I never fail to smile, when you say sure, let’s talk a while. We often talk for hours, sometimes making me think, I should really …
For years, I fought the urge.  It’s tugging, it’s pulling. Years ago, I had given into the urge, and it was wonderful for a while.  Actually, it was wonderful for five years.  I reveled in it, it consumed me, it nurtured me even. Then towards the end of five years, it soured.  The choices I had made began to …
She calls me, sometimes when I’m working on something else.  I ignore her, but she’s insistent.  The calls keep coming, over and over, disturbing me.  I ignore her the best I can, but she just keeps calling She calls me, sometimes when I’m in a conversation.  Again, I ignore her, but she’s insistent.  She wants my attention, my undivided attention.  I …
I hate distractions.  My life is my work, so I have slowly minimized distractions so I can get on with my work.  Sure, work is loosely defined somedays – writing, for instance, is considered part of my work whenever The Muse calls. I reduced the number of things I own many years back, and discovered it reduced …
