Enough of the pleasantries...this is me.
Hi. The name's Donna! As one would say, I am not 'impressionable'. I do not have the striking good looks, most-if-not-all, have been dying to have. And I am fine with that. I'm used to it. I get by with my life knowing that I go from here, to there, at the exact day and time, I usually have to go by. All in the 'program of life' as one would say. You see, I was happy---no. contented. With what I have. As long as I have roof over my shoulders, I am happy....or so I thought. The day started as it normally does. I walk out from the door. Locking it behind me, as I walk out. I am going to work. Again. Early in the morning. 7am. Enough time to walk towards the bus in the corner of the street. Enough time to walk to my destination, while thinking to myself different nuances I consider trivial, to think about. Today I was thinking about my life. How long has it been since I started working? Five years? No, I think longer. Eight? Maybe nine. Till I finally sighed...