Mistaken Identity

"It's 5 am, It's time to get up," I yawn and stretch to turn off my annoying alarm. But I knew the more annoying the clock was the quicker I come out of bed thus, I can never be late for work.

I lay in bed for two more minutes then got up. For those two minutes, I think about my dream which I can never seem to remember well. It seems in the dream, I know and see everything clearly but once I get up my brain is blank.

I walked over to my closet and open the door. I need to look for something suitable to work in. After finally finding something appropriate to wear, I took out the garments and place them in my hands. I walk and put the purple button-up shirt and a black skirt that is a little on my knees on my double bed. I also took out my black two-inch heel which I lived in. I literally lived in them. I remember buying them at either Wal-Mart or Target. I bought it because since being an assistant secretary, I alway need to dress professional and having a heel is professional. It is my only heels. It's not like I can afford anymore. I just satisfy with why I have.

Some persons in the office talked about my bad taste in fashion but it's not like my taste was bad it just I don't have money to better myself because if I did I wouldn't be working as a slave for Mr. Ryan. Always on his beckon call.

I made my way to the bathroom and came out thirty minutes later with a towel around my body. Some persons would ask me why I spend so much time having a shower when I could shower in five minutes but I really don't like the idea of hurrying and not having a good bath. Hygiene is a very important thing and people always neglect they're body but I will not. I made sure all my body cleanses the proper way.

I drop the towel and hurriedly put on my clothes then enter the kitchen. I started to make my breakfast, which consists of only a sandwich with tea. I place all the essentials that are needed to make the sandwich on the small counter. Egg, bacon, cheese, plantains, bread and lettuce lay on my table ready to be made a wonderful breakfast.

Thirty minutes later when I finish my breakfast, I went and place food in my pets jars.

Afterwards, I brush my teeth for the second time and exist my home at 6:10 am. One od my dreams a kid was to always have nice teeth so you can smile.

walk to the train station, get a ticket and wait for the subway to come and that took thirty minutes, after which came the subway ride which is usually ten

over time is a lot of work and energy but it's the only way I can live. It's not like I have any choice. Getting a job here in New York is very hard. Jobs are scarce and if you have one

Rich men with a business. He's

people going in New York's tall buildings and hurrying, some people looking at their watch, some talking on the phone, some eating, and walking. Everyone in a rush.

the top of the line, a

coffee man said. He was wearing his usual white apron and cap. He looks quite professional although he is only a coffee maker. New York city folks really

My glasses began to

and said,

Latté in less than a minute and I gave him $20. "Thanks," I said before

blonde and boobs to die for. She takes men breath away, I guess that's why she's at the desk. To make the clients stay just a little longer. I'm not saying she's a bitch or

myself in the corner with the coffees in my hands. The elevator isn't very nice in the morning. If I'm not careful my toes will be off. Since they were so many who were running to their level because they didn't want their names

of my

Latté on my desk and