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%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}