#And I cannot WAIT to explain to Boss Lady why we didn't get things done today

[breelandwalker]

Grouchy Coworker Update:

We had a vacancy elsewhere in the department, so Grouchy Coworker (who has complained at least once a week since the move that she deserves her own office space - and she's correct, she has the seniority, they should have given her one) moved to the open spot. She now has her own office but she left a bunch of her stuff in our shared space and has been going back and forth for the past week, getting things as needed. When I asked, she said she'd move things over when she had time. Shrug.

So TODAY....

Me: Okay, there's a LOT of noise today and there are building tours this week (for some reason), so I'm going to close my office door to minimize the disruption to my workflow.

Grouchy Coworker: Well, Boss Lady won't like that.

Me. I have the Please Knock sign up and I already emailed to let her know. Besides, other people in our suite close their doors all the time, and for the same reasons.

Grouchy: Well, it needs to be open.

Me: ........Why? (Unspoken: Why are you so obsessed with whether the door is open to an office YOU NO LONGER OCCUPY? And it's not like it's locked, it's just CLOSED.)

Grouchy: Well, I need to come in and get my stuff today.

Me: Okay, when would you like to come by? Do you want help moving things?

Grouchy: I don't know, I'll come by when I have time. And I don't need your help.

-Cut to Mid-Morning-

Other Coworker: Okay, I gotta do systems work for a couple hours, so I'll be off the phones.

Me: Gotcha. I've got an urgent request I have to get done and the tours are starting, so I'm gonna close my door so I can focus and I may be slow to pick up. GC, can you cover?

Grouchy: BUT I HAVE TO PICK UP MY STUFF!

Me: ....Right now?

Grouchy: YES, RIGHT NOW. -barges into my office, wedges the door open, and proceeds to remove the remainder of her stuff, banging cabinet handles and doors loudly in a way that feels deliberate, while I try to handle incoming calls and complete the work request-

Grouchy: Okay, that's everything. But the door should stay open, just in case there's something else I need.

Me: If you need something, get it now, because I have to get this done in the next thirty minutes and I cannot have any more interruptions.

Grouchy: -rolls her eyes and goes back to her new space, leaving my door open-

Me: -goes and closes it-

-The phones proceed to ring off the hook for the next hour and Grouchy isn't picking up, forcing me to continually interrupt my workflow to get the calls.-

Me: GC, are you logged in? The system is showing that you're not on the line.

Grouchy: I'm logged in, my phone isn't ringing. (This is the standard excuse she gives when she doesn't feel like answering the phones and Boss Lady isn't around to make her.)

Me: Make sure your ringer is turned up and check for calls if you hear them ring at Other Coworker's desk. We need the coverage, we're both swamped.

Grouchy: Well I'm going to lunch soon anyway....

Me: .........It's 11 o'clock. And we are understaffed. And there are time-sensitive projects that need finishing which are now late because of all the interruptions. Please. Answer. The Phone.

Grouchy: -doesn't answer my email, but I'm sure she's at her desk grumbling about how unprofessional I am-

#Bree in real life #fuck work #I need a vacation.... x_x #And I cannot WAIT to explain to Boss Lady why we didn't get things done today

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St. Valentines Day [EN]: Chapter 3

Dorian waited at the house and later, he heard a knock.

He thought it was who he expected but to his confusion, it was someone different and unfamiliar when he opened the door.

"You're too much handsome to be my cousin. Where's Gisela? Is she here? Why are you just staring at m-? O.M.G. Are you number 6?!" The woman almost screamed at his face.

"G-gisela, is that her name?" He asked.

This is a beginning of the end for the things he thought would last.

"Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Merian. See? You don't even know my cousin's name! You are so number 6!" He's more confused than ever.

He did not answer.

"Oh my bad, you see, Gisela has this list of task, that I don't know what for, but I saw that mission number six is to sleep with a random guy and leave him clueless afterwards." The woman explained.

He did not answer.

He was just not talking.

All he felt was rage and eagerness to confront Gisela, and speak of the devil.

She's here.

"Little Dino, I'm back, with hope. And the fish smells really goo-..." Piggy stopped on her tracks when she saw her cousin.

"So you're back 'GISELA'. I guess you can now call me Dorian, the rising-star druggie, or Mr. Number '6' on your stupid list. Am I just a stop-over to pass by, a task to complete or a mission to accomplish?!" He's furious.

Gisela slowly walked toward Dorian, looking at his face carefully.

"God. H-how did I not recognize you? You're the rising rookie singer and actor that had a controversial... Drug scandal." Gisela said in her lowest tone, almost whispering the last sentence.

"Do you believe them? You know what, don't answer. Did you plan this all along?! Why am I still betting on this?! Am I that disposable and replaceable to you Gisela?!" He said fuming.

"No, it's not like that. But you don't need to know my excess baggages. It's best for us to just go on our separate lives. Just trust me. It's for you own good. You need to keep distance, get used to not being with me and staying away from me as much as you c-..." She was cut off by the man.

"You know what's good for me? You! Is it my fault that I have learned to love you in the process of fixing ourselves?!" The man confessed as Gisela's eyes water and her face streamed with her own tears.

"I didn't ask for you to fall in love with me! I just want you to believe in me!" She screamed.

"What more proof do you need? In this messed up life, you're the only thing that I could believe in the most. Is it wrong to fall in love with you this much, this early?!" Dorian yelled back.

"Y-you need to leave. I-I don't feel the same for you. It's impossible for me to love a d-drug addict." Gisela firmly said the opposite of what she really feels.

But she had to finish what needs to be done.

With that, the man packed his things and left without saying a word.

A year after, Gisela moved back into the city again and was offered a script-writing job.

Her cousin is so happy that Gisela's trying to get her life back.

Gisela got out of their apartment with a light make up and a hair in messy bun, wearing a gray coat and a tucked-in black spaghetti-strap top with a white floral skirt.

She's meeting her cousin on her way to work, the work place is just a few blocks away and she's way too early to take a cab.

"What a beautiful lady. With that bod, no boss can neglect you." Merian said.

"Your statement reminded me of someone. Nevermind. Let's not ruin my first day of work. Shall we?" Gisela said.

They continue to converse while walking.

"I'm really sorry for what happened between you two, you could have been a nice couple. Based on what you looked like when I found you on that island, it seemed that guy's giving you great 'after-sex glow' and radiance. Is he that good at fu-..." Merian  was cut off.

"Can you stop saying 'sorry' for the Nth time? We cannot change what happened. You did not know, therefore, it's not your fault. Let's leave it at that. You know what? I almost cursed you due to your potty mouth and judgemental statements. Nevermind. By the way, congrats for giving birth to a cute, bouncing baby girl." Gisela greeted her cousin.

"You have not told anyone the purpose of the list, but if you're really ill or not feeling well to live your life, why not get yourself checked? Or have you already secretly done it? Is that why you're like this?" Gisela just stared at Merian, trying to process her answer.

Then, Merian's phone rang.

"O-oh... Can you hold the baby for a moment? I just have to take this call." Gisela nodded as Merian let her carry the baby.

The baby cried and she tried to stop it.

Then a man approached her.

"Long time, no see. So who's the lucky father?" The man asked.

She's kind of expecting who the man is and she doesn't wanna turn her head...

But she did, just to confirm her assumptions...

"D-dorian?" The man nodded smiling to her.

"If you're referring to this kid, this is not mine. It's my cousin's. I wouldn't even dream of adopting one. I'm a hell of a burden, right?" She said to him forcing to laugh a bit.

Like nothing ever happened.

Dorian smiled back bitterly.

"So, this is goodbye again. S-see you when I see you." He said as he turned around and walked away.

When Merian got back, she almost screamed as she recognized the guy who just talked to her cousin.

"Oh my freakin' hell! Is that the famous singer and actor Dorian West?! The guy you were with before?! Are you guys seeing each other again?!" She cheerfully screeched.

"We're not even together Merian." She said.

Merian just shrugged at Gisela's statement.

After a few walks, Gisela and Merian parted ways.

She then entered a huge studio with an elegant set-up.

She never expected that she can work in a big-time project like this.

She has dreamt of being a writer, now here she is.

Fulfilling that dream.

Her eyes widen when she saw the man she was talking to earlier.

The man was wearing a leather jacket, white shirt and a plain denim pants.

He was holding a lighter and a box of cigarettes.

He just came in from the smoking area.

'Hell, he's still a chainsmoker.' Gisela thought.

The man was also almost taken aback when he saw the writer that he thinks the director was talking about...

"I guess closure is not closure then. You got hotter." He said...

"Dorian?" Gisela was shocked.

"Well, I'm waiting for your secret skin care regimen..." Dorian joked.

"W-well, I guess I'm a late bloomer. Kidding. But I really think I got fatter. Between the two of us, one did stand out and succeeded. You're now a famous star. I accepted the job they offered me for I'm nothing without writing. Compared to you, I'm just a Dog-poop." Gisela said.

"Well, I'm still a so-called Scumbag and Asshole in this industry but why care? I'm willing to help you in anyway I can. Since I guess, you're the one who wrote the film and they have chosen your story. We will be working together for a long time 'cause I will be playing the lead." She was astonished by what the smirking guy said.

"Wait, you know our new writer?" Jameson, one of the staff, asked Dorian.

"Yes, my previous nurse." Dorian stated looking at her.

"What?! She gave up speding all her years in Med-school for writing?!" The staff exclaimed.

"Yes, her work is amazing. And no, she gave it up to get away from a certain thing in the past... That we should not talk about." Dorian defended her.

"Guys, listen up! Meet our new writer Ms. Gisela Valentine, I've read her storyline, it's great! Now we're sure of the leading man but who would be the leading lady?" The director declared.

"Why not the one who wrote her own story? Our story." Dorian said like it pertains to Gisela and their tragic separation.

"He's kidding. Go on Director." Gisela said with subtle awkwardness.

"Oh, I think I know the right person, somebody sent an audition clip. We have a prime actress in the house, Catherine Vergara is on board. She'll be arriving here later to shoot. Time to get you all moving and improving. Focus on the prize guys! Go, go, go!!!" The director said.

With that they all parted and worked their assess off...

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