My Defining Moment
7:00 am sharp. “Perfect!” As always, I leap out of my bed at the first ring, hastily change out of my night clothes, and run down the stairs to eat my breakfast. Breakfast was always the same: 2 eggs; sunny side up, 3 slices of bacon; over-cooked to the perfect amount of crisp, and a glass of 2% fat milk in my favorite mug; the “Employee of the Month” mug from 3 years ago. Finally after devouring my food, I rush out the door to go to work, taking a quick detour to visit the Starbucks for my usual frappuccino; I don’t like coffee.
As I enter the office, I shoot a quick and perky “Good Morning” to my secretary and my boss, Mr. Mills before settling into my cubicle. The same routine day after day, yet my optimistic disposition never wavers. …show more content…
Bruyant was a stocky man whose personality and ego were just as big as he was. He was an intimidating 6’7 and used this height to take advantage of the interns. Everyone in the office was deathly afraid to breathe in his presence for fear of igniting his infamous anger. I however, went about my business as usual, wishing him a salutation every morning as I’d done for Mr. Mills.
Imagine my surprise when I entered the office a year ago and was confronted by a note on my cubicle door that Mr. Bruyant wanted to see me in his office immediately. This surprise only increased when he laid me off, telling me that my happy persona “distracted from the true purpose of the institution” and gave me half an hour to clean out my cubicle and disappear from sight. Now beyond surprised, I was offended that my efforts to increase the office’s general vibe had gotten me fired and depressed that I was out of a job.
The next day, at 7:00 am sharp, I awoke as usual, but couldn’t make myself leap out of bed with the same caliber as before. Instead I just laid in my bed beyond the alarm. This was the first time I’d done so in 24 years. My attitude only deteriorated from there. The sound of my alarm clock every morning reminded me of the destroyed morning regime I’d held for so long. My new routine now added hurling my small alarm clock as far across the my room as possible, all while trying to go back to sleep. Many new job interview opportunities were avoided this
As I enter the office, I shoot a quick and perky “Good Morning” to my secretary and my boss, Mr. Mills before settling into my cubicle. The same routine day after day, yet my optimistic disposition never wavers. …show more content…
Bruyant was a stocky man whose personality and ego were just as big as he was. He was an intimidating 6’7 and used this height to take advantage of the interns. Everyone in the office was deathly afraid to breathe in his presence for fear of igniting his infamous anger. I however, went about my business as usual, wishing him a salutation every morning as I’d done for Mr. Mills.
Imagine my surprise when I entered the office a year ago and was confronted by a note on my cubicle door that Mr. Bruyant wanted to see me in his office immediately. This surprise only increased when he laid me off, telling me that my happy persona “distracted from the true purpose of the institution” and gave me half an hour to clean out my cubicle and disappear from sight. Now beyond surprised, I was offended that my efforts to increase the office’s general vibe had gotten me fired and depressed that I was out of a job.
The next day, at 7:00 am sharp, I awoke as usual, but couldn’t make myself leap out of bed with the same caliber as before. Instead I just laid in my bed beyond the alarm. This was the first time I’d done so in 24 years. My attitude only deteriorated from there. The sound of my alarm clock every morning reminded me of the destroyed morning regime I’d held for so long. My new routine now added hurling my small alarm clock as far across the my room as possible, all while trying to go back to sleep. Many new job interview opportunities were avoided this