The Coffee Shop
Thirty-Seven: Costa
I’m sitting here in the quietness of my car as I watch the people walking in the busy New York sidewalks. I drove down here to get myself a nice tall cup of coffee to start my day off right. Then Karma inserted herself, making my day one of hell. I let out a deep breath on a chuckle as I toss my cell phone into the passenger seat. Scrubbing my face with both of my hands. All I really want to do is cry right now. How can my life go from zero to sixty on the sh*t meter so fast.
I pick up my personal phone that is linked to my boss and only my boss. I hit the call button and waited for him to pick up the phone. Once I hear him on the other line, with the one word that he always uses. “Speak.” I respond right away. “Boss, I have news. When do you want me
