A day in the life of Jefferson Davis. Vignette Style. Oh Joy! Prepare to be tortured…
Alarm clock screeches a high tone beep in an endless loop. Slam the snooze button and dose back to a listless dream. Alarm goes off again. Grab it, and throw it across the room, along with half the odds and ends on the end table. Regrettably, sit up, stretch arms forth, and yawn for an infinite amount of time. Find watch that previously got cast across the bed room. The short hand is on six and the long hand is on one. Jaysus, it’s 06:05AM. Run to bathroom, do my business, and get dressed in a hurried fashion. Run to living room, sliding on the frigid kitchen tiles. Hunt down specs…Oh yes, there they are on the desk, duh.
Move swiftly into the kitchen. Must find something to eat. Ah, a banana and half a grapefruit left from the previous morning will do. Pour coffee from automatic coffee maker, pass into living room, and sit down. Turn on the tele (TV) and watch the news. Nah, too depressing… Open door, glide out to the mailbox and pickup paper. Read headline, "Ernesto weakens but could still bring rain here". Drink coffee, while passing through the house. Look at watch. Plenty of time left before school.
Sit at desk and turn on computer. Read the real news on Reuters and AP. Check favorite blogs. Oh, what’s this, only one day left until the end of the Skint Writer competition. I best get busy. Glance at watch again. Damn, it’s 06:55AM. Must leave here by 07:00AM. Consume the rest of the grapefruit. Too dry, should have wrapped it better. Yeesh… Nothing worse than dried grapefruit. Grab keys, hat, money, wallet, and fly out the door, like a coke addict running away from the scene of a crime.
Hop into the car, skid out of the driveway, waking up the neighbors. Just kidding… Get caught in early morning traffic. Wait at traffic light for an eternity. Look up at the sky, through the windshield (windscreen). The sky seems to be an orange-reddish color, like a ripe tangerine. Great, even more pollution, not that we didn’t have enough already! Pull up at school, get out, slam door, and follow the crowd into the University. Talk to classmates, while walking down the hall. Steal a cup of coffee from the Professor’s lounge. They don’t mind, I hope. Sit through three hours of Microsoft gibberish. Class runs late, so must run like a mad man to my next class. Sociology, I like this class. Argue with a classmate over social issues, and agree with a few others. History, what a great class. Wish I had time to study it more.
Fight the crowd back to the car, hop in, and head home. Open door, come in house, throw down hat, glasses, and keys. I’m home for now at least. Glimpse at watch, it’s 1:29PM. Phone rings! Great, got to go to a stupid conference at 05:00PM on my day off. Starving, must eat soon. Make a salad of Romaine and Radicchio lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, spring onion, bell pepper, and carrots. Pour homemade balsamic vinaigrette over the salad, and carry it to the table. Eat!
Sit back down at desk. Turn on computer…Oh, it was just asleep. It’s been a long day. What can I say? Write a few post. Check favorite blogs. Got to get out of here. Must go for a walk. Yes, that will clear my head.
Went for a walk, and met up with a neighbor. Walked around the block several times, seeing many faces along the way. Some were happy and cheery, while others were wearing a frown. Hmm, don’t have time for depressed people, no offense. Tired, must update blog, before I forget. Look at watch. 3:29PM Enter house, wash dishes, and get ready for stupid conference. Must drive across town in Five o’clock traffic.
Glare at time piece…It’s 4:05PM. It is crucial that I be there on time, for nothing will be learned, only gibberish. Grab a water bottle out of the fridge. Run out the door, making sure to lock it on the way out. Jump in car and hit the pavement. Finally, almost there, only two red lights left. Spoke too soon. Got caught by both red lights. Tired, and ready for the day to end, yet dedicated. Walk into meeting. Listen to main speaker for what seems like several hours. Finally, it’s my turn. Talk about how credit is such an important part of our business.
If you didn’t know already, America is built on credit. 
Enjoyed my brief time in the limelight. Took a break and smoked a ciggy with the mates. Discussed family, work, and the opposite sex, of course. Left the meeting and had supper with a few friends from work. Had BBQ Ribs with homemade slaw, beans, and fries (chips). Great meal, but the conversation was better. Came home, had another ciggy (cigarette), and settled into my desk chair. Must finish this post.
Sit down to the tele(TV). Nothing good on. Mix a white Russian…yes, that’ll make me feel better. Two glasses later and life is grand. Can’t seem to remember arguing with anyone by now, life is good. Go to bed and pass into an unconsciousness state, grinning from ear to ear.
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I hope that didn’t bore anyone. A typical weekday in the life of Jefferson Davis. This is my first attempt at writing in the Vignette style, so please forgive me if I make a mistake. It’s a lot harder than I would have expected. I like to put detail into everything I do, so to just express the basics is a bit weird to me.
For instance, I like to take a moment in time and build upon the basic framework adding detail as I go. Words that depict the scenes in a story are sometimes more important than the story itself, but I’m just an amateur. I’m learning, slowly but surely.
