Yesterday and Today

Yesterday

Dianna woke up to the alarm clock and got out of bed slowly. After showering she went down stairs where she partook of a small healthy breakfast of orange juice, ham and eggs on toast and freshly brewed coffee. She took the 8:10 train to work which as usual was late. Dianna worked at a midtown office along with thirty other girls in the typing pool. Her day was made up of taking dictations and typing letters on her new electric Remington typewriter. After work she took the train home, late again, picked up her mail from her mailbox, three coupons, a bill from the electric company, and yet another three page letter from her mother telling her to get married already. While eating her dinner, fried chicken, corn and the cob and hash fries, she listened to Return to Sender from a scratched Elvis album on her record player and tried not to notice the jumps. It being Friday, she spent the evening with her friends Betty, Janet and Sarah playing gin rummy before finally hitting the sack at around 11:00 P.M.

Today

Tria woke up to the alarm clock on her IPhone and checked her messages, Whatsup?, Viber calls missed, Facebook and emails before slowly getting out of bed. After showering she went down stairs where she partook of a small healthy breakfast of organic vegetable juice, tofu on whole wheat and freshly brewed chamomile tea. She took the 8:10 train to work which as usual was late. Tria worked on the sixty fourth floor of a midtown office building. This morning the elevators weren’t working properly, so she spent several minutes waiting for one. Meanwhile she checked her  Gmail inbox on her IPhone, deleting 34 spam mails offering her obscene toys, twenty seven newsletters that she would never find time to read and  seven Facebook friend invitations from people she hated thru high-school. There were only forty two new mails since last she checked, a slow morning for once.  ON the floor that she worked were a couple of hundred cubicles, all equipped with the same flat 23 inch LCD screen, wireless keyboard and mouse and ergonomic work chair. On the right wall of the cubicle was an oblong plain mirror. Tria sat down at her desk, booted her computer and attacked her email. Two hundred new mails and it was before ten.    After work she took the train home, late again, on the way answering her emails, keeping up to date with her friend’s kids’ birthday parties on Facebook and carefully deleting obscene photos sent to her via Whatsup?  Oh and there was the three page mail    from her mother telling her to get married already. While eating her dinner, sushi, corn   she listened to what sounded like a scratched version of  Elvis singing Return to Sender, but was actually a new fusion group called The Green Scum. It being Friday, she spent the evening with her friends Apple, Asia and Lyric getting well and truly stoned at the local sports bar and having sex in the bathroom with a guy called Mace before finally hitting the sack at around 2:00 A.M.

Tomorrow

You don’t want to know!!!

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