This morning I am feeling fabulous. I slept well woke up n time and while the fantastic scent of coffee is drifting through the house I find it appealing not like a lifeline in a sea of exhaustion. Isn’t sleep fabulous? but let’s take the good mood into a morning prompt shall we? Everyone in who’s writhting. Timers start in 3…2…1…
I kind of like this character. He is like a little lump of clay that just needs a kick in the pants to shape himself into something. I don’t know what yet but it could be fun to find out.
Thursday, December 15th: It was a high traffic time.
It was a high traffic time. Jason watched the cars whizzing by and not for the first time he wondered where they were all going. Was everyone leaving their offices to race home and strip off their work gear before flipping on the couch with some form of microwave dinner? Would they change and do yard work instead? Maybe instead of home they were going to meet friends for drinks or dinner or maybe dancing.
Jason wondered if people still went dancing or if that was just in the old movies he saw on late night television. He knew people went to clubs. He went to clubs, at least until he realized that at thirty five he was the oldest person in the club and now qualified as the weird old guy even though he never made advances on those around him.
Once he stopped going, he found he didn’t miss them. They were just a way to occupy his time. Something to do. Just like everything else in his life. Jason turned away from the glass and the stream of traffic flowing by the base of the building. He didn’t know where everyone was going but he wished them a save journey and hoped they got what they wanted when they arrived.
Jason walked over to his own couch and flopped on it. He sprawled and felt awkward about the sprawl. So he sat up. ‘I suppose I am just not the sprawling type.’
He leaned back and allowed himself a moment of pity. The pity didn’t last. He knew he had no real complaints. His family business had been operating for more than twelve generations and spewed buckets of money into his accounts each quarter. He took enough financial classes in school to make sure that his portfolio was diversified. He had a variety of stocks, investments and savings options so that even if half of the world floundered and the market tanked he would still be well provided for.
He was well educated and excelled in all of his classes. He enjoyed them al and while he was sad to see the university life fade away he was eager to put what he learned into practice in the real world. However his father ran the company with an iron fist and a well-trained board of directors. It was said they could silence dissention in the upper echelons of the staff with just a glance.
Jason had two twin older brothers. Mark and Mike. They were both groomed to take ove his father’s place in the assumption that one of them would. Jason was certain someone planned a gladiator style death match when the time came. With both of them ready to talk the helm, Jason was superfluous and not even a thought in the corporate mind set. When his father finally passed the reigns both Mark and Mike shared power. They each had their strengths and weaknesses but they balanced watch other out and worked as one. The company was better for it even if Jason did sometimes find their ruthless efficiency a little terrifying.
They ran the company well and diligently. He had no complaints. He had no fear that the company was going to ruin in his life time and with Mike now having twin sons of his own, the future of the company was assured. Jason simply was not needed.
The problem was, he wasn’t needed anywhere else either.
Ten til Midnight 