Gather Writing Essentials ~ Tuesday Gather Essentials Writing Group ~ Meet L-Shae ~

***Disclaimer ~~ this is my first attempt at writing like this~~blogs, journal entries and arguments are much much easier!  However, I enjoyed the challenge, even though I am out of my element. Thanks Sandy, and all others,  for giving my mind a nice work out for the past few days.  ~j *******

The abortion, semantically baptized as the procedure by the doctor's staff, was now two days ancient history.  For all of L-Shae's physical strength, the recently endured emotional calisthenics were suggesting  to her that she become a hermit.  Thankfully though, her body had recouped enough to proceed with new life by commencing a necessary job.  She longingly wished she could call it a career. Nonetheless, a hermit provide for oneself.  Operative word: oneself.

Two months ago, L-Shae had applied for a guard position (less desirably known as a bouncer) at Know PJ's.  The owner of the establishment, interestingly enough named PJ, attempted to coerce her into a change of careers.  His logic in the suggestion was that of the massive monetary gains L-Shae could enjoy by grasping the pole with two exceptionally powerful and not-really-tanned, but Spanish legs.  

L-Shae declined the opportunity in her quiet velvety accent.  Although she inwardly cringed at working at an exotic dancing club, it was a paying job.  A job that she not only needed, but she could also find entertaining in a worst-case scenario. 

After a few more obligatory, but obviously forged nicety's, the commitment to each other was finalized by scheduling L-Shae's training date.  PJ, as heralded by the flamboyant door sign, became her newest nemesis and employer.   

At the 5 p.m. rendezvous, she arrived at Know PJ's prepared to sign her name a gazillion times.  Withdrawing a Uni-Ball Elite from her beat-up knapsack, she prepared for round- one in the game of becoming gainfully employed.  The normally simple task of having someone spell her name required more caloric sustenance than most people use while making coffee in the mornings.

Smelling of cigars and of entirely too many different kinds of body spray (no one would call the aroma perfume), PJ opened the designated computer file for new employees.  He launched the conversation by asking for her full name.

Flattening the wafting achromatic curls around her chartreuse bandana, she responded, "L-Shae Apellido."

"How do you spell that?"

"T - H - A - T."  Inwardly reflecting, "humor doesn't require many calories."

PJ typed two letters with determination before looking over his glasses at L-Shae's serious face.  He then lowered his eyebrows into a combative stance.

"You asked a specific question and I answered." 

L-Shae then slowly spelled her name to honor the angry clown face's request, knowing round two of combat was about to start.

"The dash isn't silent."