Backseat - From Where I Sit

May 2001 By: Michelle

My So Called Lives

As I sit here pouting, looking out the window and contemplating what I will write for the next column, it occurs to me that like most of you I would much rather be outside cruising in the fresh air and sunshine. It is also Monday, which really doesn't help. After the first alarm of the day went off and I donned my Monday clothes and my Monday attitude, I realized that I really am not finished playing yet.

Like many of you, I live in two worlds. There is the weekend me, otherwise affectionately called "Biker Michelle" and then there is that poor sap "Worker Bee Michelle" that works hard all week doing whatever she can to pay the bills and support Biker Michelle's habits. Even in my clouded early morning hours, I toyed with the idea of sending Biker Michelle to work and letting poor Worker Bee Michelle off for the day.

As the day progresses the urge just won't go away. As I hear bikes roaring by, (yes, I am unfortunate enough to be next to a major thoroughfare) my jealousy increases. My alter ego, Biker Michelle is roaring to get out and the weary little Worker Bee Michelle is longingly wishing for a break. It wouldn't take much for my workday world to be overcome by the stronger urges of the call of the road.

Though the impracticalities of riding in a business skirt and high heels are sort of keeping me in check. I can't help but fantasize the experience of riding the Harley and crashing straight through the doors of the Board Room into one of my many long boring meetings. The looks on my co-workers faces would be priceless as I cast aside my helmet and advance towards them scowling in full leathers. The most overbearing folks that would have poor little Worker Bee Michelle tripping over herself to apologize for being late would instead be scrambling to get out of my way. "Who's the boss now?"

Sigh, I wipe the wistful smile off of Worker Bee Michelle's face as the ringing phone drowns out the roar of a passing bike. Back to reality. Today she has lost the battle and Biker Michelle must hibernate until her shift starts after 5PM Friday. By the way, if you are one of my coworkers, the above was written while in a under the influence of my weekend self and I can not be held accountable for the actions of another.

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