Propagated a Lie: Personal

by | Jun 30, 2021 | Uncategorized

A coffee break, a moment free
From a job I love
But in a state of agitation seems
My arrogance tells me I’m above

A client called round nine
A perm scheduled today at two
“Can I come June 8th the same”
No reason coming through (*1)

It hit me wrong, admittedly
As a pattern is I’m seeing
This the second cancellation
Without a reason for it being (*2)

No acknowledgement was lent
‘Bout today for her was off
Me out 2 scheduled hours
Lending an economic loss

Part of me doesn’t care
But the other part was pissed
Seems I’m discountable
The irrelevance not missed

But adding to the drama
A lie I propagated
In terms of Saturday the eighth
Provided a story I created

Oh, I’m off that day
The shop will not be open
Which means a lie to cover that
‘The plans I had got broken’ (*3)

5/25/19 #3

Footnotes: 5/26/19

(*1) She didn’t even bother to day, well, something came up, I can’t make
it today. She acted like it was a new idea that she wanted to get a
permanent. I don’t need my rear-end kissed; but I did schedule time out of
my day for her work, which was not taken into account by her call.

(*2) This was the second or third time she had cancelled this particular
appointment. But this time was different, just a few hours ahead of time.
The other times were days beyond the day it was to be done.

(*3) Initially when I took the call I thought, oh, I’ll be too busy to do
her ( which would be a lie), but then when I went to my appointment book, I
didn’t even have the days pencilled in, much less appointments written
down. I have a hand-full of regulars. So, because lying is not a normal
thing to do, I kicked back into ‘normal’ and said, “Give me a minute, I
have to write the dates in, I don’t have my book done ahead.” At any rate,
then I remembered, great, now she knows there’s nothing on the page where
the eighth resides. Then I had to shift my lie … “Oh, I forgot, I’m
taking off that day.” I had to laugh at myself for being such a bad liar.

I’m sure I’ll probably call her up and try to reschedule her for the eighth
and confess my attitude and lie at some point.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)