The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Beyond the Pale.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Beyond the Pale.”

Doing something new… and out of my element:

Last week I drove a big truck with a 30 ft trailer on it across country. I don’t like driving big vehicles or trailers. I’d never done it but no one died and there was no property damage. I’m now in the desert far from home learning a new job. I went from being in the corporate dealer support role to being in a dealership… I see what the dealers do and how they work on our cars and the procedures; I see the customers they are trying to serve.

I’m learning a lot, it’s outside of my comfort zone. Coding for accounting, learning labor codes, scheduling pick ups and deliveries of cars, title work with the DMV. Making appointments and allocating parts, accounting, it’s a lot to learn and a lot of responsibility. I’m honestly not sure what I’m going to after this is finished.

I want to go home. The 3 hr time difference is messing with my writing schedule and sleep… my ankles have been swollen since I got here. I don’t know if it is the altitude, the trip or what. I also have not had an appetite at all. Last Saturday I had a 6 inch sub at 2 pm and didn’t eat until breakfast Sunday and then didn’t eat until late that night. Monday I had a biscuit for breakfast, then a piece of pizza for lunch and made myself eat a few chicken strips and a salad.

I haven’t eaten since noon yesterday, and I’m not the least bit hungry. and it’s nearly noon again.


Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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