Supposed To Be

I wasn't supposed to be here tomorrow, or the day after, or next week.

I was supposed to have been offered several jobs in March from places I sent applications to all through January and February. I was supposed to have a week to agonize over deciding which one to take. I was supposed to be looking at apartments in Cowcity as I made lists about which position to take.

This week was supposed to be my first week at another job, a better paying job.

Tomorrow was supposed to be a day off I had to force my way into getting because it was my first week at a new job.

Instead, I'm still here, in the same job, making the same pay, pushing around the same papers I've pushed around for the eighteen months, almost nineteen months.

If I was still working for 'Bucks, and my last manager had her way, I'd be an assistant manager by now making $35000 to $40000 and working toward becoming a manager. But I think I hated working there more than I hate working here. And I'm really glad my apartment, my clothes, and my hair don't smell like coffee all the time.