Waiting For The Other Shoe to Drop: The end. . .For Now

Now, your girl is not a drinker so one bottle of wine knocked me out. Knocked me out to the point that I overslept and was three hours late for work the next day. And I picked the wrong day to show up late with a hangover. Deanna looked at me and shook head when I walked in the office with a wrinkled shirt and a pair of khakis on. “Bad look, Mimi,” she whispered then pulled me into the vacant conference room. “What?” I asked. “Sonia just quit. And I mean she went out of here like Angela Bassett in Waiting To Exhale. It would’ve been beautiful, but the City Manager wants to meet with us in about six minutes to determine what’s going to happen with the staff.” “Well, isn’t this just the rotten cherry on top of a shitty sundae,” I muttered. “Are you still drunk?” “I’m not drunk.” “I smell wine.” I sniffed my shirt. Damn, I guess I’d spilled some wine on my laundry. But I still wasn’t drunk. Didn’t matter, if today was my last day then so be it. I had an idea anyway. If Steve Harvey could make millions telling women how to think like a man – in other words aim low – then I was going to put my research skills to use. I was going to get to the bottom of the age old question – why did they all cheat on Mimi. Maybe if I made peace with my past, I could stop fucking up my future. I was ready to begin my adventure. After all, I had both shoes on the ground now.