zk/writing/sawtooth/malina.md

%title Malina
:writing:poetry:fiction:sawtooth:furry:

## I

'''
It was with no small amount of irony
that Malina lay down all of her finery

and went to work in a coffee shop.
The Book and the Bean was a short hop,

after all, from her home, close enough
that, after the walk, she was hardly fluffed

at all. Just a badger, a bit portly, a bit tall,
who gave up on a job in personal finance, one fall,

to, as she'd told Cyril, "head for greener pastures."
Internally, she couldn't shake the stress of last year's

troubles with the boss. Stupid git.
She'd promised Cyril that she'd be a good fit

and make things work out financially.
"Our house is paid off, we're substantially

self sufficient. Far more so than most!"
she'd said over that evening's roast.

"And I'm perfectly willing
to admit I'll never make a killing

working in a coffee shop. And if it doesn't
work out, I'm just as willing to admit it wasn't

a good idea, and head back to the books."
Cyril had given her the weariest of looks

and shaken his head, and that act, or non-act,
which showed his opinion of the fact

that moving from a comfortable CPA position
to a barista down the road, that that transition

was, perhaps, one big bad idea.
"It could work, but Malina,

please keep an eye on reality."
'''

!{Maybe continue there to more dinner/conversation?}

## II

!{The problems with boss}

'''
When one's coworker up and goes missing,
taking her life and leaving without even kissing

her husband goodbye,
it takes every good lie

you've told in the office and either makes you ask
why you told it, or shatters the carefully constructed mask

it implies. Your boss, for instance,
might come after you with some persistence,

aiming for a kiss here, a touch there,
Even as he wonders aloud, "Where

has she gone? And why?" It makes no sense.
You rebuff every approach and set up a little fence

around your desk, one made of papers and inboxes,
and work with your back to a wall to keep that fox's

advances at bay. It could be that you're just, you know,
imagining things. That your boss is just stooping this low

not because he's upset, but because you are.
Even then, it doesn't really matter just how far

he goes. Sigh. He's still an asshole.
One day, you reject and rebuff a pass while

explaining what a shitty thing that is to do,
and finally tell the truth about how little you care who

he thinks he is. He backs off, anger cool and plain,
but he does back off.
'''

(or maybe that's just you imagining things now that she's gone, etc)

(makes you question your validity as an employee)

## III

!{The first day}

## IV

!{Settling into a routine}

## V

!{Malina's existential unhappiness and the search for meaning}

## VI

!{A day in the life of the coffeeshop}

## VII

!{Cyril's interlude}

## VIII

!{The Book and the Bean}

## IX

!{A bad day followed by a fight with Cyril}

## X

!{Endless questioning into what happiness means}