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Pulling Teeth Part 1: A Short Story

Updated on June 10, 2017
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Melissa obtained her B.S. degree in Natural Resource Management, minoring in Biology. She enjoys creative writing, art, and gardening.

Thirty Eight. It was the number of years she was. Thirty Eight, almost forty. It was unnerving to be reaching this point, and yet it was also satisfying. She has lived a full life up until now, traveling, actively pursuing her favorite things, making friends everywhere she went. Janie had woke up feeling sad that today was her thirty-eighth birthday, unmarried and childless, but as the day had progressed she realized she was grateful for being beyond so many ages. Beyond the teen years, where everything is so difficult and confusing and peer pressure runs your life, beyond the twenties where you think you know everything and yet still have so much to learn and so little life experience, to your thirties, where you are slammed into life experiences of all sorts. Whether you have married or not, have children or not, you have been exposed to a certain number of events that cause you to mature. Maturity that in turn changes the way you act, the way you react to the things around you. Maturity where you have learned what is important in life and your goals are focused on those.

For Janie these lessons were hard to learn, but learn them all she had and now, broke as she was, she was happy. She knew that money didn’t make your life rich, that only experiences, good family, and friendships did and she chose to enrich her life only by following her own happiness. Janey picked up the book on the table next to her, feeling again drawn by a pull to go to Disney World. She hadn’t been to Disney World since she was a child, and yet every time she saw something on the place she knew she had to go again. Disney World was a place for all ages, and she knew Disney World was one of those things in life that would always make you happy. She needed some more happiness in her life and she was sure that she’d find that there.

The problem of course, was that she had to come up with the money. Her current job, although satisfying, didn’t pay enough for her to take a vacation of her choosing. So it was up to her to find out how to make some extra money so she could continue to follow the dream.

She sighed, putting down the Disney World Book she had been reading, and picking up the newspaper instead turning straight to the classifieds. Looking for a job is difficult when you live in such a small town. Online job advertisements, are few and far between. She learned long ago that you are much better looking at the local newspaper if you want to find something close to home.

She skimmed through, seeing an ad for a local school janitor, but immediately bypassed it realizing she’d be the one expected to clean up after the kids who got sick in unexpected places and knowing her weak stomach wasn’t going to put up with that. She also saw an ad for a gardener, which intrigued her, but she didn’t have any experience so she also skipped that ad. Finally she came across something interesting, “Writer Wanted” it said with no other available details just a phone number. She didn’t have formal training in writing, but Janie had always dappled in writing and was always complimented on it when she was still in school. The pay listed was enough to get her to Disney World, and have extra to spend while she was there!

She picked up her phone, dialing the number quickly as if the advertisement was going to disappear if she didn’t do it fast. “Hello,” said a gruff voice, sounding very much like they didn’t want to be disturbed.

“Uh, Hi. My name is Janie and I am calling in response to your ad for a writer in the paper.” She said trying to keep her voice light and friendly.

“Writer?” The voice on the phone paused as if thinking, “Ah yes, the writing job, of course. Well the job is yours if you want it.”

“Really?” I said surprised, “That is fantastic news!”

The gruff voice started to cough, “You’ll be ready to start tomorrow?” He said between coughs. He continued by giving me an address to arrive at, and strict dress code instructions, and explained that I’d be writing a memoir. I hung up ecstatic, it looked like I was going to get my trip to Disney World after all.

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