The Monotony of Samantha

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Samantha is stuck in a dead end office job dreaming of a life full of excitment. When she finally decides to step out of her bubble and experience the world she bites off more than she can chew, or does she?

Submitted: August 30, 2012

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The Monotony of Samantha

Sunsets are overrated. The movies always show people having great moments in front of a sunset. Long romantic kisses, life changing revelations, peaceful moments that make all of life’s problems seem to melt away. I have stared into many sunsets waiting for my life changing moment and all I have gotten from it is the occasional sunburn and slight blindness. My head seems to always be in the clouds or in the movies. I keep waiting for that big moment to happen to me. I was not destined for great things. My life was far from glamorous but that did not stop me from dreaming big.

It was an epiphany during lunch; I was eating a bland ham sandwich from the trolley on the first floor of the office building wondering what I should do after work. Then I began to wonder why I was at work, it was boring, the building was cold and my coworkers were always talking about their kids, or significant others asking me if I was seeing someone. The answer was always “no”, and the one who asked would assess me with a pitiful frown, sizing me up as if the reason was my pale pink blouse and knee length skirt that kept the men away from such a plain woman like me. Now I was sitting at my desk in my stuffy cubicle eating a sandwich worse than yesterday’s tuna and white and wondering when my life was going to start. The monotony was getting to me like a slow moving wave, I knew it was there but I still stood and let it pull me under.

It was then that I grabbed my “Hang in There” mug, the only personal thing in my entire cubicle, and decided to leave. Forget this place and do something exciting, create my own Sunset instead of waiting for it to happen. I went to the bank and withdrew a large sum of my savings then decided to start with my appearance. I visited the first posh looking shop I came across the manikins in the window looked like they enjoyed life and the form fitting clothes screamed “I am awesome, beautiful, and a little sassy”. I went in and looked around feeling overwhelmed. The place was covered in rack after rack of office attire, evening attire, and some attire advertised as “Cocktail”. I turned to go when the attendant noticed the wad of cash from the ATM I was still clutching in my hand. She hurried over and offered to help me choose a whole new wardrobe guaranteed to change my life. So I let her bring me piece after piece as I tried them on.

I ended up with two pant suits that hugged my curves just right, pencil skirts, a mini skirt, some form fitting jeans and swooping neck blouses that left little to the imagination. I left the shop wearing a new outfit and feeling my confidence meter jump I decided to visit a salon for a new look. The stylist looked at my flat brown locks with dismay and asked what I wanted. Once I announced that she could do what she thought was best a smile started to spread across her face. She shampooed, chopped, curled, dyed, and styled. When I caught a glimpse in the mirror I was shocked. My mousey brown hair was gone and in its place was a stylish short pixie cut that was brushed to the side and had just the right amount of highlights. I thanked and tipped her than took off.

I ventured to the docks and purchased with cash a luxurious boat complete with a living area and having no knowledge of how to pilot a boat I set out to hire a crew. It took me a couple hours to have a crew together and off we went sailing across the ocean I was going to chase down that ocean view sunset if it took me forever.

After a day on the sea, the clouds started rolling in and I heard a thunder clap that shook me to my bones. The crew started yelling about instructions as the waves began to toss the boat around like a toy in a bathtub with an active toddler. I heard a loud crack and the boat began filling with water or maybe just sinking into the water. The salt in the air turned my stomach and I went after the crew to the life boat but I did not make it. The wind mercilessly howled and snatched me up, tossing me aside as if I had offended it by being upright. I hit the water and felt fear and adrenaline rush through my veins. Wave after wave crashed into me as I fought to keep my head above water. I managed to grab a hold of a piece of the boat, my new life, floating in the remains of my sunset. I held on tight for hours until the waves calmed and a peace washed over the water. I lifted myself onto the board and laid down waiting for a rescue or death whichever came first. Then I closed my eyes and the world went black.

“Samantha! Sam!” I awoke at the sound of my name and was confused as I took in my surroundings. The cold hard wood of my desk was pressed against my cheek with a small puddle of drool. I promptly sat up realizing I had fallen asleep during my lunch break and it was the coworker in the cubicle next to mine alerting me that lunch was over and our supervisor was coming this way. I glanced at the partially eaten ham sandwich and threw it in the trash. I continued my work typing furiously at the keyboard and getting lost in my thoughts. A coworker invited me for drinks after work and I agreed. Maybe this life wasn’t exciting but at least I was on dry land and not lost at sea. I might not love my job but I have one. Although I wasn’t going to quit my job and run off on a boat I did make one important decision. From now on I am packing my lunch.


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