Copyright 2013
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It’s
2009. Lisa Hansen is impacted by the great recession and can’t focus on her
writing career. She has to make the tough decision to stay in Los Angeles or
return to her former Midwestern home. Not having seen her mother in over a
decade, she moves back in with her in a suburban semi-retirement community. Confronted with long forgotten memories, Lisa finds it difficult to adjust to
life in Nadir. She works a couple of dead end jobs, and meets Gordon, a sexy
British bakery owner. An opportunity to freelance for him and work as a
writer/photographer at The Factory ensures a better income. But how long will
she be confined in a lifestyle that she has long outgrown? “Notes from Nadir”
is an alternatively poignant and amusing story of life’s unforeseen journeys,
sorrows, and rewards.
Where is Nadir?
Merriam-Webster defines nadir as "the lowest point." And that
is where Nadir is located. It’s not a place that is found on any map. No GPS
will guide anyone there. Nadir is a state of mind.
Notes from Nadir is approx. 88,000 words/292 pages. The release date is Tuesday, November 5, 2013. Both eBook and paperback versions will be available on or around that date.
Chapter 47 ~ Manic Monday
[This is a brief excerpt from the chapter].
Right before lunch one of the Packers came over
and announced: "Bakery donuts downstairs in the warehouse … main
door!"
On a Monday? Rita smiled and turned to me,
"That's great! They sometimes donate donuts from the bakery down the
street. It's really a great place…" she got up and was heading for the
stairs a lot faster than I'd seen her move since I began working there.
I followed her; I could walk faster than her as
I didn't wear a size 18. I knew her size because she saw a pair of large black
pants on my cart and said they'd fit her and placed a bid on them. She didn't
win them as some other fatso from Nebraska did.
Near the main door I saw a big flimsy pink
cardboard box on top of a dilapidated table. It was surrounded by red shirted
employees.
Most of the warehouse employees didn't wear
gloves. They spent the day handling pee-stained rugs and bedding, cast off toys
and games, old electronics, mildewed books, filthy furniture with chewed up
legs and torn upholstery; all manner of junk. And they were pawing through the
donut selection. Not a napkin or paper towel in sight. But that didn't stop
Rita or any of the other workers. A toothless worker wearing a faded, almost
pink shirt decorated with holes, licked his fingers. Free food, free dessert,
and free germs!
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