Always looking for adventure, my Giselle (although it's more like I'm her Betsy). I went into the kitchen to feed my cat, and that's when I noticed she'd run away again.

My stepmonster had, from day one, related to me in only one way: as a rival for her new husband's affections. 'Maybe you'll meet someone tonight.' Translation: Maybe some poor slob will marry you and take you off my hands.

The message was from my stepmonster: 'Your father and I won't be able to make it to your party tonight.I just realized we have an earlier commitment. I cleaned out my desk, avoided the way my co-workers were avoiding looking at me (the ones left, that is), and scuttled home.Īs I walked through my front door I saw my answering machine light winking at me like a small black dragon. Nope the clerks and secretaries had been deemed expendable. They had to slash costs, and god forbid any of senior management be shown the door. Not unexpected, but it hurt, just the same. meeting I found out the recession (the one the President has been denying for two years) had hit me right between the eyes: I had been laid off. My mom would have approved (who do you think got me hooked on the darned things?), but a nutritionist would have smacked me upside the head with her calorie counter.Īt a nine a.m. Okay, that's a lie, I gobbled a pair of chocolate Pop Tarts while waiting for the bus. I hit my snooze alarm a few too many times and was late for work. The day I died started out bad and got worse in a hurry.

Undead and unwed by maryjanice davidson