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Paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork. My office desk was piled with an array of brightly colored folders, spilling paperwork over the green blotter and onto the carpet.
My PC was under there somewhere. I know it was, I used it this morning.
Most of my work was done. At least the big things were. The important stuff, anyway. The other work I could finish up on Monday.

It had been one of THOSE weeks. Finally it was over. Almost.
I could tell by the fading light coming in through the blinds it was nearly quitting time.

One of my coworkers stuck her head inside the door. "Don't forget we're taking you out after work tonight.
So finish up," she yelled.

Not tonight. I'm beat. It's been a really long week.
But she was so perky! I hate perky. You just can't argue with perky.
So I finished tidying my organized mess. Yelled to my secretary not to touch anything (not that she would've anyway) and left my office.

Walking outside, I noticed it was pretty. The sky was alive with the loveliest shades of reds.
It was cold. Really rather bitter cold. This was March, after all.

Driving to the pub nearby, I met up with Miss "Perky" and her just as exuberant pals. Why were we friends, I wondered.
Inside we were ushered to a table. The candle on the table was drowning itself. But the dishes and silverware was clean and tasteful.
It didn't take long to get our orders or wine . The food was good and there was plenty of it.
Overall, I didn't mind the evening . Not even when the waitress brought the birthday cake and my coworkers burst into "Happy Birthday".
As we were getting up to leave and go our separate ways, I was feeling almost pleased with the evening festivities.
The background music began playing softly(or maybe I just didn't hear it before). A song I hadn't heard in years was playing.
A song from my wedding. And it brought a single tear rolling down my cheek.
Thankfully, no one noticed. We all parted company, went our separate ways.

The apartment was dark. I unlocked the door, threw the keys in the dish on the coffee table and sat on the floor and cried. No, I didn't just cry. I sobbed. Heart breaking, body racking sobs.
After half an hour of this, I pulled myself from my misery and strolled through the place.

There wasn't one photograph, not one piece of memorabilia of that part of my life. This apartment was me. No one else. Just me.
I had the drapes I liked. I chose the furniture. All the knick knacks were something I had picked. It was the most depressing place I could imagine right then.
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