no second chances

          it was always like denise to get caught up in the little dramas that happened when she was specifically avoiding her guilt. no, it hadn’t been her fault but she was supposed to be good at her job. unfortunately, she had got that confused with playing god; she wasn’t and there was nothing she could have done different to stop the president from dying. if she didn’t get out of this mindset, it was going to consume her. denise was never the best at expressing the right emotions. the woman was always hiding behind something and did have a harsh exterior to protect herself. however, that did start to damage her relationships when they were reinforced too strongly. “in no rush, no. doesn’t mean my standards should slip.” having nowhere to go was something new but she had brought that on herself.

          aggravation was rather common in the woman when she wasn’t doing anything in the day. denise needed to be kept busy as not doing anything gave her more time to become frustrated with everyone, even over the most little of things. someone stealing her cab was no different; it gave her some sort of release that she was needing to release the pent up anger inside of her. it was all directed towards herself. denise zellman hated losing so she tried her utmost best to avoid it at all costs. it did make her more efficient at her job but caused the woman to fall harder if she wasn’t successful. she always pushed herself too hard, so far that she had lost her husband and made herself unhappy. however, she wasn’t able to blame herself for her marriage falling apart. “they stole it. hardly think they deserved it.” she snapped. “it’s just a whole lot of inconvenience and i’m sick to death of it.”

               for her own selfish reasons, denise didn’t feel like she could go back to wait and face her failure head on. she was hiding but didn’t know how things could ever be the same with her knowing that her failure had changed history. there had been complications, the woman knew better than to blame herself but it was because of her determination and drive that she was having trouble accepting that she wasn’t able to do anything; she was dr. denise zellman, if anyone could do it, it would be her. however, her own narcissistic tendencies had got her into trouble before and this was only a different kind. as the woman wasn’t working, she was getting rather agitated and people knew it. after using some rather colorful language as a stranger stole her cab, the woman chuckled and shook her head. “and people say i’m not fuckin’ polite...”