Posted Wed Feb 17, 2016 | 186 Words | Tagged story workie

When you get home you realise in the mirror in the hallway something’s wrong. Something went wrong today. The face in the mirror, the look you’re pulling, the cigarette in your mouth, the clothes your wearing.

But the day went by so naturally. You run up the stairs and into your bedroom and change out of the dirty smelly hi-viz gear. Putting on your jeans and t-shirt, you find they are just a bit too tight. They don’t feel right. You manage to get them on.

But in the mirror your face isn’t the same. You have the face and body of someone who doesn’t belong in these clothes. Thinking made your head hurt. Pulling off the clothes, you feel better.

You give the hoodie a bit of a smell. It smells right. Yeah, this is what you need to wearing isn’t it? Every smell making your mind float just a little. Yeah you did good on the site didn’t you today.

Gotta get in the right gear. So much better now isn’t it. That’s who you are, who you’ll always be. Just a hi-viz workie.