Comfort Zones

I must be one of those few people who say the following.

i like my job.
i like my boss
i like my dentist.

but its all true. i do. despite the crazy four to twelve shift i still like it. though most of my time has been so far spent doing nothing that deserves mention, there are no complaints.
The highlight though is that am considering doing my first story.solo.
the downside is that there are no ideas, whatsoever.
for some odd reason, health care articles are in the running. cancer, to be more specific.
on the other hand, i got to hear about this news, about illegal abortions and about women forced in to prostitution.
but i think everyone is turning the other way and that is the norm. what is expected.
what does a lowly do here. nothing. she will keep in mind what she has been told.

2nd we have the boss. The night editor who gave me "Difficult loves" by Calvino and who covers his books with paper.
who has over 2000 books in two lovely, large mahogany shelves.
who peers in every now and then to "enquire" about my welfare; his words, said sarcasticaly.
who said matter-of-factedly that this job isnt so hard.
"people speak like they crap, you take the shit you want ,throw the remaining shit out"
leaving me to wonder about the comparison.

3rd is the dentist.
we louw the dentist. me and my shiny teeth.
we louw it that he distracts us with funny stories and at the end gives us mango bite for our patience and tolerance.
some times two depending,on how less we cringed each time he asked us to spit.

so there. we have that all covered.