Thursday Throw Out

Hello all,

 I have had a dry spell lately. I decided to just start anew.  So, here is the beginnings of a new project..no name, no direction..but I like the concept...thus far anyway :) Enjoy

FUCK!!!

Second week on the job and the boss calls in sick! What am I supposed to do? I don’t know how to deal with this man. Hell, I have only met him once. Actually, I didn’t meet him, I walked past him in the hallway. He nodded at me with a confused look, but didn’t actually speak to me.

I am an assistant to an assistant. This means, when the great Jakob Heart needs something, he asks Isabelle to get it, who asks me to get it. Being around her for a week, I understand why. If Jakob had his way, she would be awake 24/7. His demands are great, and his needs are many. 

Isabelle texted me at four a.m., with a list of instructions and an agenda the length of my arm.  I have been in my car and across town three different times since, and it is only six. Who would have thought that the specific acai super food smoothie he wants would be out of stock at three different health food stores. 

Pulling up to the security gate of his compound, I swipe my security badge. My ancient Honda backfires as I pull down the drive toward the carport. I can hear Jakob's throng of Giant Danes barking from inside the residence as I rush toward the door.

 A few short steps away from the entrance, I trip over an uneven cobblestone.  Dry cleaning, my laptop, an non-fat skinny soy latte and the precious acai smoothie fly from my grasp as I tumble to the ground.  The door opens just as I make ground fall, and the entire contents of the bright red smoothie make contact with a pristine white robe, as the coffee splashes down at the feet of my employer. 

Unfuckingbelieveable. 

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There you go, see ya next week 

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