The further behind I fall, the harder it is to motivate myself

Chapter Nine
Why is it when you need a salesperson, there’s never one around, but when you’re ‘just browsing’, they pester you every thirty seconds?

I’d dodged half a dozen salespeople by the time I made my way to the appliance section of the gigantic furniture store. Everyone was, it appeared, quite keen on helping me. They must, I determined, at least partly work on commission. There was no other explanation for so many eager, helpful people. This is not to say I think all salespeople are lazy and rude, but in a store this size you would expect to find at least one horrible employee, and I had yet to see anything but smiling, helpful faces. It made my teeth ache.

( Perhaps I was more sensitive to it because I was anything but peppy and cheerful. )

Well, I hit my wordcount goal for a single day, only 11 to make up for!

Chapter Ten
Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, tracking device, on a sesame seed bun.

I walked into the fast-food restaurant with a complete back story for my new identity, but no name. I’d always had a problem with names, which is what led to the debacle with Isabelle’s last name. Every name I could think of reminded me of someone I’d actually known, or a character in a book or movie, or just didn’t seem to fit. I’d never liked my own name, but who would with a name like Sandra? All I could ever hope for was a life of being unfavorably compared to Sandra Bullock, an actress I quite liked otherwise. And it never seemed to suit me. Maybe this whole ordeal was just the universe’s way of rewarding me by giving me the life I always wanted, right down to the name. The problem was, I wasn’t entirely sure what that life was.

( I walked up to the counter and ordered a meal, though I wasn’t really hungry. )