It has been three days since I started my love letter. All I have written is Dear God,. I know that that is sad but I haven't talked to God much lately. Besides my depression, I went back to work and I'm dealing with my mom's death. Three years tomorrow. I feel overwhelmed.
The only good thing from this depression is the fact that I have become addicted to this evangelist lady. I run home every night to make sure I don't miss her program. She tells it like it is. She told me to be specific in my letter to God regarding what I wanted in a husband.
Uh! Duh! Obviously I don't know what to pick because every man that I have had has either been someone else's or a loser in some shape, form, or fashion. Which is another reason that my letter is still sitting on the coffee table with only those two words.
"Lamons, I need you in my office", the stern voice ordered. I have been in such a daze that I had forgotten that I was even at work, except for the lingering smell of coffee and Kameka laughing loudly, ever so often at something on facebook.
"What does he want? " I get up from my office chair and pull down my skirt. I have been wearing all black, blue, and gray suits because of my mood. This should let everyone know not to fuck, excuse me, fool with me, (that evangelist is really getting in my head), obviously he didn't get the memo.
I flash my million dollar smile as I briskly walk into Mr. Dawes' office. "Yes sir?", I ask enthusiastically. Not that I really care about what he is about to say.
"I need you to accompany me to the New York area for a business meeting next weekend. You will have your room and you will need to be prepared to work at least three meetings. I will give you the information that you will need for the trip as soon as I get it".
I was standing there just looking at him, I guess I looked stupid to him.
"Do you have any questions? Is there something you don't understand"?
"Uh. I'm fine. I will take care of the arrangements and get back to you as soon as they are done. Thank you, Mr. Dawes."
"Hell Yeah"! I said to myself. He picked me. At east now I had one thing to pick my spirits up during the holidays. Of all of the other personal assistants in our business, the boss picked me, Keona Victoria Lamons, to accompany him to New York.
Oh My God!!! What am I going to wear? I have never been to New York before. I need to call Ashley asap for a hair appointment. I guess I will wear a natural nail color on my nails so the New Yorkers won't think I'm too ghetto with purple or pink nail polish. New luggage. I've got to go to Macy's tonight.
"Focus Keona". I take a deep breath and try to organize my thoughts. I take out a sheet of paper and try to write down everything that I need to do before next weekend. My mind is running everywhere. Weave or natural hair? Basic black and blues or color suits? Should I go to the spa or wait until I get in New York?
This is why I can't finish my love letter . I definitely have adult ADD.
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