Personal Achievements
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“Javier, my love, be a good friend. I ask you please not to seek me again. You know what?
Francisco Javier Morales E.
Francisco Javier Morales has also published three more books with Palibrio, which are: Artists in San Miguel and Other Stories, Personal Achievements and Wet Grass.
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Personal Achievements - Francisco Javier Morales E.
Copyright © 2014 by Francisco Javier Morales E.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2014920337
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4633-9462-2
Softcover 978-1-4633-9464-6
eBook 978-1-4633-9463-9
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Rev. date: 28/08/2018
Personal Achievements is the translation of my short novel
Logros personales which was translated into English by Alice M. Woodrow
Palibrio
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Bloomington, IN 47403
CONTENTS
I My First Job
II My New Job
III Raymundo
IV The Association
V My Assistant
VI Rafa, My Boss
I
MY FIRST JOB
The boss’s word and promises are never trustworthy,
Omar told me with firm conviction once that he and I, as office mates, gained confidence toward each other. We both began to work for the Government at the same time in what, many years ago, was the equivalent of the current Economy Ministry. Our boss was Jaime, who was then the Sub-Director of God Knows What. Socrates, The Politician
, had recommended Omar with Jaime and a university professor recommended me. That was my first job. I was lucky to get a part-time schedule, which helped me to finish my Bachelor of Arts degree, earn money, start to dream and to see what the future held for me in terms of money. At that time, I had no ideas in my head about professional development, saving for retirement or seeking balance between family and working life.
I remember I started the latter drawing graphs. I was given the data of interest and extracted the proportions, then I drew the graph in pencil. Afterward, someone else made them with ink, and the product was photocopied and appended to a report. At that time, micro-computers didn’t exist. Another activity of mine was to search data on topics of interest to make charts that would reflect how a particular sector of economic activity was doing.
The problem I was facing was that the information was scarce and probably, low quality. I think nobody knew anything at all, but everyone told you they were aware of everything. Besides, all my acquaintances had important and high paying jobs (although sometimes they asked me for money loans) and soon, if everything went well, they all would end up having managing jobs.
At that time, when I was a bureaucrat, luck smiled on me at least in a work level. With my first check, I bought the complete works of Alfonso Reyes, which I still have at home unopened. With other checks I was able to cover the expenses in which I incurred for having my first lover. To say the latter would be to show-off about something that, in a strict sense, was not true. The lady, whose name was Victoria, was the one who wanted or needed to have sex, and I happened to be near (at hand) and at her disposal. Come on, since I don’t look twice, the woman was pretty, curvy and attractive. Also, one likes to imagine that one can do more than what one can really do and that everything is rosy. So, this made that for me, at the beginning, my affair with Victoria was easy as pie. I was happy. We made love at all times. Once, we escaped a weekend to Cocoyoc. For three days, there was sex before breakfast, at noon, after lunch, before and after drinking tequila, when coming out of the shower at night and, if we were still bored, since we barely spoke, Victoria and I would cheer up again and practice the famous game of put in and pull out
of A Clockwork Orange until we were completely pleased, asleep in each other’s arms. By this I meant to say that, while it is true that I didn’t wake up in her arms, as the song goes, I did fall asleep around them.
The first night, I was full of joy because of the turn that my sexual life had taken. I felt, like Woody Allen would say, that I should have practiced more these topics by myself. I think Victoria was enchanted. At that moment, if someone had proposed an operation to elongate my virile member, I swear that I would have gone into the operating room immediately. Today I would be more cautious, because someone told me the story of the Arab genius who appears to the macho man who asks him to have a penis that long that it would come to the floor. The genius, according to the story, doesn’t think about it twice and Bang! he quickly cuts the poor individual’s legs off.
Master, now your sex reaches the floor just like you ordered,
the genius says while he bows respectfully. Inside, that faithful servant is happy about having met the wishes of his Master speedily and just as he asked. Well, no, thinking it twice, I think I better keep the original equipment with which I arrived into this world and thus avoid some traumatic misunderstanding. Besides, the genius or even the surgeon may have knowledge about the side effects, which they don’t share with the public for fear that the brave would become cowards and therefore the clients might run from the treatment if they suspect that, with time, a small piece of the transplant could fall off, or that a permanent malfunction could arise. God! This sounds worse than Moctezuma’s Revenge, when tourists get really sick from the stomach after eating Mexican food, and as when the rosy world quickly becomes one of sadness and dark skies.
Anyway, the second day in Cocoyoc was like the first. Luckily, at that time I was in my twenties and as of the nth time that Victoria and I were playing in the bed, I said to myself,
Listen, Javier, be careful with that woman, may she not bruise that penis for life and the poor thing becomes useless, and not even works a little when you are older and you have to perform with other girls. What are you going to do if she leaves you with everything squashed and defective? And then, how will you fix that? Worse yet, who is going to fix it? I don’t think that any tinsmith will repair it and leave it like new, right?
I think that, like the surveys say, I was a little worried about that situation and I’m also sure, like the surveys say too, I wasn’t too worried about that problem. Up to what I understand, the difference between somewhat worried and very worried can be abysmal. Well, if I had I been actually dismayed, now I think it was very little, barely, because Victoria and I were dedicated to playing with care to what very naughty girls and very restless boys do when they are alone and no one sees them and, between laughter and tumbles, they constantly play the little house game. I must confess that the last night I spent in Cocoyoc, when I was about to go to bed, I felt a little scared. When I placed my head on the pillow, instead of praying and commending myself to the Lord without asking for anything special for me, I said silently:
My God, I cannot anymore. Give me the strength to close with a flourish this performance and to fully meet the worldly obligations I still have pending.
I felt like the Little Big Man, which in his time was Dustin Hoffman, when he had to sleep in an Indian tent with three amazing Sioux or Apache Indian women. They, through insinuations and smiles, require his sexual services. The poor character, with decreasing efficiency and great effort, attends them all.
That night, I hoped