Authors: Megan Keith
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Women's Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Contemporary Fiction
How to Liv
Copyright © Megan Keith 2014
All Rights Reserved
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people or real places are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENT WARNING:
For Mature 18+ readers, contains explicit sex scenes
(If you have the
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1.
Lanterns
- Birds of Tokyo
2.
Miracle Cure
- Something for Kate
3.
1979
- Smashing Pumpkins
4.
Charlie Brown
- Coldplay
5.
Zombie
- The Cranberries
6.
Penguins & Polarbears
-
Millencolin
7.
November Rain
- Guns N Roses
8.
Take a Picture
- Filter
9.
Brother
- Matt Corby
10.
Ghosts of the Past
- Eskimo Joe
11.
Heartbeats
- José
González
12.
Friday I’m in Love
- The Cure
13.
Lightning Crashes
- Live
14.
Semi-Charmed Life
- Third Eye Blind
15.
Landslide
- Smashing Pumpkins
16.
Mylo Xyloto
- Coldplay
17.
Hurts Like Heaven
- Coldplay
18.
Motorcycle Drive By
- Third Eye Blind
19.
Stay Young
- INXS
20.
Paradise by the Dashboard Light
- Meat Loaf
21.
Hot Chilli Woman
-
Noiseworks
22.
Starlight
- Muse
23.
My Obsession
- Icehouse
24.
If I Could - 1927
25.
Linger
- The Cranberries
26.
Draw Your Swords
- Angus & Julia Stone
27.
Between the Raindrops - Lifehouse
28.
Wherever You Will Go
- Charlene
Soraia
29.
I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)
- The
Proclaimers
Eric, our accountant, was standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders. He gave a firm squeeze that made me cringe. I tried to hide it by turning my head to give him a weak smile. He moved to the side of the big industrial table, smiling back and forth between Karen and me.
“Good night, ladies, don’t work too hard,” he said with a thump of his open hand on the table, causing the bottles that were spread over it to rattle.
“Bye, Eric,” Karen and I spoke at the same time.
I watched Karen’s eyes follow him out the factory door before they flicked back to mine. Leaning forward, as if she had a secret to tell, she whispered, “You don’t have to put up with that you know.”
I shrugged and looked back down at my calloused fingers.
“You could report him for sexual harassment, or I could do it for you.”
“It’s okay, Eric’s harmless,” I assured her. I really thought he was just a little flirty and touchy-feely is all.
“Maybe so, but he has no right to invade your personal space like that. He’s always so hands on with you. Jess too, for that matter.”
“It really doesn’t bother me.”
“I saw you flinch when he touched you then, so don’t give me that.”
It did bother me a bit, but not enough to report the guy. He was maybe a little misguided but I really didn’t think he meant any harm.
“I’m just saying
, if you want to report him I’ve got your back.”
“Okay thanks.” I smiled weakly at her and returned my attention to my job.
Today had been a colossal waste of time. I had spent the entire afternoon correcting a huge mistake made by the sales department. I say ‘department’ because they all refused to take the wrap individually, instead, the four of them had placed the blame on one another. Regardless of which one made the mistake,
I
was the one paying for it.
I work at an essential oil company, as in aromatherapy oils, that kind of thing. The current blend of oils I was working with was for a major customer.
A major customer who had recently changed the design of their label. That important information was not passed on from the ‘sales department’, even though they may have been aware of it for the past few weeks. The 15,000 bottles that were packaged yesterday, had the incorrect labels on them. Labels I had spent hours peeling off, by hand, and was no way near finished. My fingers were sore, my shoulders ached and that coupled with the menstrual cramps that had plagued me since the wee hours of the morning made me one crabby worker bee. I should have knocked off work already and I wasn’t even close to halfway through.
Unfortunately, my two partners in crime weren’t at work today so I was on my own. Marg, the backbone of my group, was currently living it up on a two week vacation on the Gold Coast, in Queensland, with her kids.
Probably at one of the theme parks, right at this moment. Jess, the other girl of our group, had called in sick this morning. So that just left little ole me. Until five o’clock that is, when Karen, my supervisor, had started helping me. She may be the ‘supervisor’ but she really is just one of the girls. The one that just happens to do all the paperwork and planning. She has the unfortunate task of spending most of her time stuck at her desk with the added pressure from the management above.
We continued working in relative silence for the next hour or so in the quiet factory. We were the only ones left out here. I liked when it was peaceful like this, without the bottling machines on, or the chaos of the other workers milling about. The only sound at the moment was the occasional clank of the amber bottles as we placed them against one another or the tapping sound they made against the stainless steel industrial workbench we were seated at.
It was hot today, forty degrees Celsius outside, as it had been all week.
That’s an Aussie summer for you.
Luckily it was relatively cool in the factory. I was particularly grateful of that fact, especially as it was compulsory for me to wear a lab coat over my clothes.
“Olivia, it’s six-thirty, how ‘bout we call it a night?” Karen suggested, pushing the last of the unlabelled bottles in front of her to the side. I glanced across the wide bench top to meet her weary eyes.
So we’ve finished this lot but there were still thousands to go…
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” I replied smiling, immediately jumping up from my stool relieved at the thought of calling it a day.
Karen followed me to the staff room where we both returned our lab coats. Retrieving my handbag from my locker, I fished out my mobile from the side pocket, pressing the button to bring it to life. No messages of course, not that I really expected any.
“Five a.m. start tomorrow?” I asked as Karen shut her locker door. I figured with all the work we had ahead of us we probably needed an early start.
“Yeah, I suppose – no choice really.” She groaned. “I was looking at the schedule and this fuck up has really put us so far behind.”
“I thought it would.”
“Can you work ‘til nine tomorrow night? Sorry to do that to you on a Friday night-”
“No problems
Kaz. Overtime is standard lately, and besides, you know I have no life anyway,” I mumbled, interrupting her. I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself, honestly, I was just stating a fact.
Karen looked at me with sympathy. I hated when she did that.
“I just hope Jess is feeling well enough to come in tomorrow,” I said, changing the subject from my lack of a social life.
“She sounded pretty bad on the phone this morning,” Karen looked deflated.
“So not likely then?”
Jess rarely had a day
off, she was just as hard a worker as I was. So I knew she must have been really sick when she didn’t come into work today.
Minutes later, I was at my car winding down the windows to let out some of the heat. I started the ignition and cranked the
aircon too, to give it a chance to cool down before I got in. I gave Karen a wave as she drove away. I wished I had remembered to chuck my thongs in the car this morning because now I was in the heat, stuck in a heavy pair of steel-capped work boots and I hate having hot feet. I reached through the open window to the glovebox and retrieved my emergency packet of cigarettes.
Lighting up my first cigarette in three days, I took a long drag. I really was trying to quit, but sometimes I just
needed
a smoke.
Looking up to the windows of the second floor of the front office I could see a couple of people still working at their desks. I guess I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t in a hurry to get home. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go home
exactly, it’s just that I would prefer to go to it empty. Which is why I lived on my own, up until recently. I have a small two bedroom unit that I am very proud to call my own. I bought it six years ago and with the increase in property prices and the extra repayments that my overtime had afforded me, I now owned about fifty per cent of it. I liked to think that meant I owned the kitchen, bathroom, my bedroom and the lounge room. I never thought I would have so much equity before I was even thirty and was so glad that I bought when I did. Unfortunately, my second bedroom was currently being occupied by my sister Ally.
A couple of months back, she broke up with the boyfriend she had been living with. She needed a place to stay so of course I offered. So did my parents. But she chose to
come stay with me. I was kind of surprised at the time, because my parents would have let her stay for free whereas I made her pay for food and board. I was actually quite proud she made that decision. Ally has always had everything given to her by my parents and yet she chose to be independent, it was a sign that maybe she was finally growing up.
My parents only ever had the two of us and Ally is the baby of the family. We are very similar in appearance and four years apart in age. Although I am
older than Ally, we look about the same age. We may be alike to look at, but in personalities we are sometimes miles apart. Ally is twenty-six, but a little immature. She is fun-loving and always looking for a good time, I’m boring and a homebody. She is also more outspoken and confident than I am and has a magical laugh that always gets attention.
When it comes to our looks it’s almost as if the imperfections I had were ironed out in those four years after I was born and perfected in Ally. She is taller than me with longer, more slender legs. She has a flawless complexion whereas I have too many freckles. We both have blue eyes. We both have blonde hair but hers is longer and lighter (though she goes to the hairdresser so often I’m not sure if it is completely natural in colour anymore). She has larger, rounder breasts, rounder hips and butt, and a flatter stomach. It’s not that think of myself as ugly, I really don’t think I am, but when I stand next to my sister I’m dull and plain in comparison.
I work hard to be financially independent and constantly feel like I have to try hard in everything. Ally just cruises through life, spending big, living large and things just
happen
for her. I love my sister but I can never overcome that jealousy, no matter how hard I try.
So my sister is living with me. It was only ever meant to be a temporary solution, but she moved in months ago and now I honestly think she has no intention of ever moving out. It was fun at first but I’m used to living on my own and I miss my solitude.
I stubbed out my cigarette and placed the butt in the ashtray outside the office door. I returned to my car, got in and wound the windows up. Gingerly touching the now slightly cooler steering wheel, I exited the car park.
Ally was currently working at a pub as a waitress and sometimes bar tender. I knew she wasn’t due to start work for another forty minutes. I just needed to find something else to do for a little while and then I could go home to an empty house.
I contemplated going to Maccas for a bite to eat but I wasn’t that hungry and the dull ache low in my belly reminded me that it was that time of the month. Even though it was the last thing I felt like doing, I turned the car arse-about and headed for the local Woolworths supermarket. I was running low on tampons as well as food at home and really needed to go grocery shopping. Knowing I was going to have a full day at work tomorrow meant that I would feel even less like doing the shopping late tomorrow night.
The heat hit me again when I got out of my car in the nearly empty car park, making my skin feel instantly sticky. This heatwave was meant to hang around for a few more days yet. Summer was in full force. It was actually a relief to enter the cool store. I grabbed a shopping trolley and found the shopping list I’d stashed in my bag before I left for work this morning.
The supermarket was pretty empty this time of night; most people, I guess, were already at home, plopped in front of their air conditioners, eating their dinner. When I entered the produce section I heard a loud giggle. Looking to my right, I saw a girl practically getting mauled by her boyfriend. She was loving it. It annoyed me. It’s not that I don’t tolerate a little ‘public display of affection’ but these two were over the top with theirs. He was nuzzling her neck, one hand on her arse, the other holding a shopping basket. She had her head tipped back in ecstasy as her hands moved down his back. I looked away and shoved my trolley forward with a huff.
I was cranky, cramping, sticky and dirty, tired, and in need of a shower and a lie down. After such a shitty day I knew the one thing that I needed the most, the
only
thing that could possibly make me feel even the teeniest bit better… something chocolatey. Wandering up the aisle I spotted them, the holy grail of chocolate biscuits, my saviour, Tim Tams. As I hastily grabbed hold of a packet so did someone else. In my greediness and one-tracked-mindedness I actually ripped the packet from their hand, literally snatched them away before tossing them in my trolley. Instantly I realised how rude I was being and quickly glanced in the person’s direction mumbling an apology.
“You’re just lucky that wasn’t the last packet or you might’ve had a fight on your hands,” a deep masculine voice spoke to me, the pitch of it making my whole body reverberate. Of course, I had to look at the person directly after a comment like that, a man after my own heart.
The first thing I noticed was the wide and friendly smile, with the almost perfect white teeth, on a hard-set jaw with just the right amount of delicious stubble. From there my gaze rapidly made its way up further to be met by even friendlier eyes of an indescribable colour and a perfectly arranged mop of wavy brown hair. He was gorgeous.