Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Tammy!” Abigail yells again. I shake myself out of my head and go out to the front. When I get there, my boss is standing next to a pile of dirt and a broken vase. “You left this vase way too close to the edge. I walked in here and almost immediately bumped into it. How am I supposed to get anything done if my assistant can’t even organize my shop in a way that allows for me to have maximum efficiency?”
I look down at the ground, holding in all of my emotions. The reason the vase was there was because that is where Abigail asked me to put it. I thought it was a dumb location at the time because it’s a table that customers often bump into. The vase also didn’t make sense with the overall aesthetic of that table.
But I’d kept my mouth shut because whatever Abigail says, goes. I learned that very early on when I started working here.
I also learned that if she makes a mistake, I will somehow get blamed for it, and it’s best to shoulder that blame and keeps things moving.
“I’m sorry, Abigail. I’ll clean this all up.”
“Good, and make sure you don’t make this kind of mistake ever again.” She makes a huffy sound before going upstairs to do whatever she does there. Sighing to myself, I get the trash can and broom. I start by picking up all of the big pieces of glass before sweeping up anything I can’t easily pick up with my hands.
Oh, I can’t wait until I can quit this job. That audition tape was supposed to be my ticket out, but now, I have another whole host of problems on top of working at Greener Thumb. I guess I could still try to make the tape, but I don’t know where I’ll find the time at this point.
“You’re such an idiot, Tammy,” I say to myself. It doesn’t take very long for me to finish cleaning up the huge mess that Abigail made. Thankfully, she stays away until I am finished. I know I still have to finish up in the back, so I call up to her.
“Abigail! I’m going back into the storage room to finish with the new flowers.”
“Yeah, whatever. Just make sure it gets done before the end of the day. I don’t want to have to scrap anything because you didn’t do your job properly.”
“No problem. I’ll get it done.” She’s always saying things like that to me, even though I’ve never let my work go unfinished. I know it really has nothing to do with me; it has everything to do with her being an unreasonable employer and having this overbearing need for control. But whatever. I’ll just keep my head down and do my job. The path of least resistance is always the easiest one around here.
Plus, I have Brick to worry about now. I’d like to go home before heading over to see him, but there’s a high chance he’ll be out of the office before I arrive if I do. I’m just going to go directly to the studio after work. I don’t want to be extra frazzled because I had a had day at work.
There’s no need to put this off any longer than I already have. I need to get this out of the way. It’s driving me crazy not knowing what’s happening or what’s going to happen.
I’m ready to know where Brick and I stand, even if it’s a position that I’m not the biggest fan of. Because not knowing is driving me absolutely crazy.
10
Brick
“I’m so sorry, Brick. I thought I had rendered everything overnight and set it to automatically save, but I don’t know what happened. I came back, and all of the work we've been doing was gone. Only the raw footage is left on the computer. I have no idea where it went.”
I’m keeping all of my anger inside because blowing up at George won’t change the fact that we have this massive issue. He came to my office this morning with some really bad news. Whenever George comes to me with bad news lately, it’s always a guaranteed way to fuck up my day. He used to come to me with solutions to problems that had manifested under him. Now, he only has problems that cause me more problems. It’s a pattern that I am not a fan of.
“Are you sure it all got deleted? There wasn’t a temporary file or something? A restore point on the computer maybe? It didn’t automatically back up to another machine? It’s just gone?”
“I asked Tyler to look at it, and he couldn’t find anything either. I really didn’t want to come to you with this, but since it means starting all over, I knew I had to let you know about the setback as soon as possible. I understand if you’re mad with me since it’s going to take the team another couple of weeks to re-edit everything.”