Pulling my steamy cup of coffee away from my face I saw her head slide past the top of my cubicle wall and stop. I raised my eyebrows. Shizaam had something to say. Had her hypnotherapist finally discovered the mathematical formula for prayer?

Her flawless mocha-colored face brightened and her dark eyes shimmered at me from where she stood. And from that subtly pretty face a boisterous voice screeched at me while her arms flailed around to illustrate her story.

“And you know what?” she said, leaning over the wall and focusing her eyes intensely on mine, “Rosie O’ Donnell, as talented as she is, is NEVER going to be very successful.”

Hmf. That’s funny. Cause..you know…. I thought she was like, a household name and made millions and stuff …

“Really?” is what I said out loud.

“Yes. And you wanna know why?”

I bet you’re going to tell me.

“Because she has so much ANGER,” Shezaam said thrusting her tongue behind her teeth.

“Ooohhhh….” I said nodding my head and wondering “WTF?”

“And I mean, I have BEEN there, DONE that and it will ruin your art and keep you from being truly successful.”

Before I could really respond she threw her head back and let out a shrill laugh before dashing off down the hall.

The things I learn here…..