Je Ne Sais Quoi
I could practically feel my pupils expand as I stepped outside, the cloudy grey sky a stark contrast to the fluorescent lights I’d just spent the last ten hours under. I inhaled, breathing in the fresh, crisp air. Free. At. Last. My stomach let out a loud grumble, reminding me the measly protein bar I’d eaten earlier wasn’t nearly enough to sustain a 200 (okay, 210) pound man. I’d walked to and from work every day for the last 3 weeks. It had been a long, harsh winter but the snow was finally melting and spring was on the horizon. I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone: lose a few inches and save on gas money. My car was a junker anyway, twelve years old and nearing its last leg. Assuming my hard work would lead to a promotion by years end, I planned on buying a brand new BMW 5 Series. The pressure was on. Often all that got me through my hectic workdays was the anticipation of that fresh new car smell, the cool, leather interior on my skin, the rev of a powerful engine. I needed that raise.
