Chick Lit Audio-Book Sample
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Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I think I have jinxed myself. I've never put any merit into that crap. I'm not typically one of those people that buys into all that mumbo jumbo. No salt over my shoulder, no knocking on wood. But I'm pretty sure there's some kind of hocus pocus or voodoo or whatever happening in my life right now, because at this moment or really for the past few weeks, life is not going at all the way I had planned before. That everything was going how I wanted it. I was on track. Life was moving in the right direction, or at least how I thought it should. And I actually remember thinking to myself, My life can't get any better. And that's when life was all that's hilarious and then proceeded to pull the rug right out from under me. Or for an even better metaphor. It put on steel toed cowboy boots, the ones with the Spurs, and proceeded to kick me repeatedly like take. Right now, for instance, I'm sitting in an air conditioned office holding a piece of paper in my hands, staring at the words in front of me and trying to make sense of it. all the top of the paper in bold lettering, says Siti Anderson Bank. And underneath it it says Holly Murphy, supervisor assessment. Under that, our whole Bunches of words that I really can't believe I'm reading words like to controlling and micromanaging and not a team player. It's all there in times, New Roman 11 point type. Coincidentally, thes are some of the words Nathan my ex fiance used when he called off our Wedding nearly three weeks ago. He even used the words not a team player, whatever that's supposed to mean. And this was all only a little over two months before we were to marry. Way to kick me when I'm down life. Holly, my boss, Marie asks, and I look up to find concerned eyes peering at me through square rimmed glasses, her a line blonde bob barely moving as she tilts her head in my direction. A pale colored modern wooden desk separates us, and I know it's difficult, she says after clearing her throat, her eyes moving down to the piece of paper that I'm grasping. My eyes follow suit, right, I say. In response. I could think of some other words to describe the situation besides difficult, some very colorful words. I know this is not what you needed to hear right now, after ah, everything, she says. I know that timing sucks. She's got her pity eyes on me again. I've gotten this look a lot lately, the past three weeks, to be precise, not just from Marie, but from everyone. My friends, my dad, my coworkers, my cake designer, my venue manager, my photographer. The pity from the last two only went so far, not far enough to give me my deposit back. Those jerk freezes. I let out a big breath, blowing the air out so hard that my lips make an involuntary raspberry noise. Much like a horse. I sag my shoulders for emphasis. Listen, says Marie, as she picks up her copy of the report. The assessment did say you were, um, she looks down and it scanning it with her eyes organized. So that's good, right? She looks up from the paper with a bright smile, as if this is supposed to lift my spirits. Sure, I say blankly. I believe Nathan said the same thing when he broke up with me. I'm an evil overlord with a side of organized go May