elvivo

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January

Beep beep beep!

Argh! Seriously it’s a wonder the guy (men...pah..) who invented alarm clocks wasn’t shot by the annoyed late risers of New York!
I mean did he ever ask if people liked sleeping in late and missing work? Nooo!

Okay so maybe I’m ranting on a little bit but- beep beep bee- that was me throwing the re-offending alarm clock at my newly painted wall. So yeah, ok so maybe I’m a little bit groggy or in a strop, BUT its 6.30am on a Monday! Who I ask, would willingly get up, especially on a cold January morning, where if it could get any colder my freezer would be considered warm.

This is my new diary, my last one got ripped by my cat, who is not normally vicious and so must have been provoked. I don’t write dates, normally as I write entries in the early, early morning, and if I’m a) hung over or b) dead/dying I don’t remember where I actually am, let alone the flipping date, I do however have a trusty watch which shall let me keep the time.

6.55am
Nooo! The cat is viscously attacking my new curtains, despite the damages the cat is the only thing that gets me out of my bed. The second I hear the evil hissing of him, I say bye-bye warm bed (sob) and hello the evil cat, called the cat or just cat. See how much I just love him?

1.25pm
I’m at my desk now, just had a well earned lunch break.
I work at a large newspaper HQ as a secretary. The interior is like mode in ugly Betty, only it’s worse, because people take the entire buildings look seriously…
Nobody in the canteen goes near the beef subs or the mars bars; they all eat salad…why?! WHY!?!?! Who would willingly put themselves through eating that more than once? It’s a horrible salad too. After my first day here I learnt you were treated like a freak if you ate anything but the shredded limp lettuce and dried tomatoes. I, however, ate it once and swore never to eat it again.

Ooo… my boss’s son’s fiancé just walked past me, she saw the book I was holding and I totally panicked, for one second I thought she was actually going to snatch it and read my entries, leaving her to think that my life was sadder than she already thought. Luckily she simply raised an eyebrow (evilly) and walked off in those (evil) stilettos she has.
I suppose she’s done pretty well for herself, she started out as a secretary, I had too share a desk with her at one point…it didn’t last long, as soon as she started dating Collin- the ginger/blondish, average height, freckled- boss’s son, she became his personal assistant, which meant she got control of a staff of 12, who was one of the many she chose? Me of course, because she loooooves to boss me around soooooo much. But its obvious she’s only with him for the money, why else would a 5ft10, blonde, model girl looking woman, date a stuttering but incredibly wealthy boss’s son? They look so funny together, I mean, she’s at least a good 3 inches taller than him. When they announced their engagement everyone had the same expressions:
Ø Him?!?! And her?!?!
Ø Gold digger
I heard rumours that Mr.Hughs (Collin’s father and owner/editor) hated the fact that his son was getting married to this gold lusting woman that Mr.H even threatened too cut Collin off!
I’m not like mean or anything, but Collin’s disappearance from the office wouldn’t change much. All he did was to advise the editor… and he got a P.A and 12 assistants for THAT? Even the cat could do that!(as long as the judgement didn’t include curtains).
No, apparently Mr.Hugh’s other son (the elder) son does a lot of the work here, he’s the elusive assistant editor, which is like second in charge,, so I guess when Mr.Hughs will pass the newspaper too him when he like retires or whatever.
The funny thing is, no-one knows what he looks like or who exactly he is, and so he’s a total mystery. He arrives at the office before any of us (especially me) and leave way into the evening, and he has no publicity, poor guy, imagine working at your dad’s business while everyone else is at home, watching “master chef goes large” and eating their way through large bowls of malteasers…or maybe that’s just me, everyone else is probably busy with their salads…




February

Beep beep be- stupid alarm clock! It’s broken. It has too be.... it says its 8.00am… let me go find my watch.
…

Omg, oh my god! Omigod
It is 8.00am! Ahhhhhh! I’m soooooo unbelievably late! Where was the cat making the noise when I need him too?
How did it get SO late? The alarm clock was set for 6.30am!!!! Arghhhhhh! *smack* annnd that was frustration followed the hurling of my clock out of a 12th story apartment window.
I’m going to be fired! So why, I ask, am I sitting here, chewing my nails, when I have too run to my office (leave heels at home).

8.03am
…

8.07am
…

8.11am
Ooo! Right!

9.15am
I am now at work, trying to write odd words down in my diary, but every time someone looks up or remotely in my direction all they see is the non-salad eating redhead, typing away furiously at their key bored…until they look away anyway.
It was a truly awful morning, I mean I wasn’t sacked….but still… first, I ran into the ground floors reception entrance, with my bag swinging, my hells (okay so I did wear them) twisting and turning in total agony, so my the time I’m in the elevator my fairly short hair is more ruffled than usual, my ankles are in PAIN, I’m pretty sure that my deep purple suit clashes with my handbag which is bright orange but I don’t really care as by this time it must be at least 8.45pm and considering that I was meant to be there an hour ago, I was DEAD.
So there I am jabbing furiously at the lift’s 8th floor button, and so I rush out of the lift…annnd straight into some guy.
It was dead embarrassing actually, I went WHACK into him, my bag went flying in some totally random direction, the guy flew back in the direction he came from-which was the direction where my desk was somewhere in the distance- and the bag, the flying orange bag (you would have thought it’d be easier too see…) goes flying into the back of a very angry Lydia…yes, Lydia the engaged-to-Collin-boss-of-mine.
She looked furious! She glared at me, opened her mouth but side glanced at the stranger I’d knocked into, and she quickly scuttled off (if you can in 4 inch heels).
Okay, so now back to the situation that was in hand.
I was actually on the floor, after I ran into him, I tripped (DAM ALL THE HEELS) and flung to the ground.
So I’m lying there after Lydia has hobbled off, my face, I’m sure has turned the shade of my hair. Suddenly I look up to see two feet and a shadow in front of me.

The guy stands there and in a very silent and monotoned voice, he says
“Are you alright?”
I manage (with as much dignity as I can muster) too pull myself up and brush myself down and he hands me my evil orange handbag, so I take it like totally sheepishly and just as I’m about to make a long apology, he turns and walks into the lift.
I mean: !!!!
Geeez! Great manners! I was soooooo tempted to shout after him, but I decided not too, as I was like already late.
Soooooo, that’s when I get too my seat, and almost immediately Lydia comes up too me in that swanky manner of walking she’s got going,
“Lai!”
Oh great
You know what else I hate? The way she pronounces every letter of my name lay-ee-ah. That is so not my names…give my parents SOME credit.
“And-“
Oh no, she’s not done
“-what time do you call this? Where have you been for the past hour?”
Sleeping
Ooo it’s tempting too say, but I better not, I like my job.
My actual answer?
“Umm…errrrr…”
Dam, I wish I had guts.
So, she smiles with this totally evil smirk.
“Well Mr.Hughs waited for you for 20minutes, he’s rescheduled you for-“long pause at her d&g watch” hmmm, you have about 10minutes, so you better get ready…”
Annnd she walks off. Why do people keep doing that?
This is great
The ONE DAY I AM LATE, I have a meeting with my boss, and I mean THE boss…

The boss rated #27 most influential man in the U.K.
He wanted too meet with me, AND I WAS LATE.

Sooooooooooooooooooo that’s what I’m waiting for at the moment, oh here comes Mr.Hugh’s p.a. okay here it goes.

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~elvivo~