sigh. beep. hmmm....
Waiting is futile. And hoping is getting on my nerves nowadays.
Gotta start preparing for tomorrows presentation. Another 2 hours of decision making and the rest of the night to be spent on compiling all the photo snippets.
Ah great! Now the coffee mug is also missing! How on earth am I supposed to stay up without the java!
Eileen! EILEEN! A petite girl, in her twenties makes her appearance inside the room.
What now?
Have you seen my coffee mug?
It's with you all the time! You had have your evening beverage in it a few hours back. It must be somewhere inside this shithole, Maddy.
Never mind, I have found it, you can go off.
Eileen twists her mouth and positions her hands over her hips. Oh no, not another round of boring lectures!!!
Hi, I am Madeline G. Polter. Age 25, female and working as an assistant editor for the famous fashion magazine Boho Touch alongside Eileen Mitchell, my roommate and coworker. We both work under Samuel Peterson, editor of the Bohemian Touch magazine. I am actually new to this place, since it had only been a month, I had started out as an assistant editor for BT, but not a newbie in my job cause I had worked for many more prestigious magazines before this. Being an assistant editor for a fashion magazine in your twenties...what more can a girl ask for? But that's just an emblazoned title, the work is not at all as glittery as it seems. Moreover it sucks! This magazine? Is just a year old and is having enough problems with the funds.As for me, I didn't have to apply for my post at all. Moreover it was Mr P, who had happened to know about me, through a friend of his daughter, came begging to ask me to take up the job. And I had been such a fool to fall for his kind childlike eyes and roundish face! He has features similar to that of my own dad, whom I have only seen in photos. I had thought or rather hoped that maybe their is a certain connection, which got intensified when Mr. P told that I resembled a lot, feature-wise, like his his own daughter!! I was just 20 who was given an offer for asstnt. Editor and a hope that I may somehow track down a long lost family member, that being my own dad. I fell for it and viola I landed up somehow in some shithole apartment in Lower East-side New York. It had been only a week since I had moved in with Eileen in her apartment which is way better than the previous one, but still as shitty. Rather it was kind of her to let me in. She had wanted to share it with someone who would a) pay half the rent b) not bore her c) be ready to get bored with her own lectures and d) be a perfect roommate material (!!!) However one thing was pretty clear, the fact that symbiosis existed between the 3 of us, i.e my colleague, boss and me. They both needed me and I needed them too, in order to survive in this city. I wasn't brought up in New York, moreover my entire lineage had nothing to do with this place, or the country! But after schooling and all, I had given some serious thoughts regarding my future and had finally realized that this editorial world is where I totally belong in. Not exactly editorial, sarcastically saying journalism. After having graduated from some college with a degree in English Hons. I had managed to bag up quite a few exciting jobs in magazines n newspaper (read famous ones), but here's the catch: I could not possibly be rooted to one place, one blessed job. I was constantly on the move, sometimes the area or the city or even the country!! But it had all added up in my resume. And I must admit, my position at work place keeps getting better with the newer jobs I get myself into. So to be totally honest, that is exactly what keeps me going, rather hopping from one office to the other. But this time, there is one huge blip, the magazine that hired me is a big failure and by the time I had come to know about it, it was quite late. The office was situated in New York and I was offered a good enough post; now that was a major sell off!!!!! I didn't care to check about the popularity statistics in the publishing market, such an idiot I was!! But my boss Mr. P is ever so hopeful about the "upliftment" in quality, now that I was here. Not to mention a word about my salary and had it not been for Eileen and the sharing of rent, I would have been literally homeless. Mr. P says that once everything is set, the debts are cleared, there will be a high rise in salary. In other words, I had a boss, an office of 15 workers, and the bank looking at me and waiting for the so called "change in the trend that sets everything straight". The job was hectic and depressing cause nothing seemed to work right. I mean fashion?? Firstly copying and analyzing the style and trend of the season's latest by Vogue, Elle, Marie Claire etc etc is not what one can produce in your next issue!!! Secondly none of the workers, excepting Allen and Peter (they had previously worked in a salon!!) were remotely associated with fashion, including me. And finally Mr. P, the boss was doing it all cause his daughter (as I have been told by Eileen) is a big fashion fanatic and wishes to run her own Big Fashion League in New York and plans to take over the mag after it emerges out clean from the mess it is in. God the Kid is only 18, she should be attending Jon Bon Jovi or an Aerosmith concert somewhere instead of wasting her time thinking about taking over her dad's position. No wonder back in my hometown, we used to label any American passing by, crazy Yorker. So back to where I was, my job that is. Its not a 9 to 5 job as anyone would expect a normal one to be. It starts from 6 and may lead up to 10 to 10.30 (in the office itself) and there is always work to be done even when we are back to our apartments. That may take up the entire night at times and the main reason behind this is the less number of workers, the low popularity, low pay and the debts. So that again comes back to Mr. P and his faith in me to help them get rid of the situation. You see how tied up I am to this job now??? And the worst part is, I have no clue where to start and if by any chance if I am able to get the system to start, I have no idea regarding how to keep it going. Now for the other part of the story. The connection between my estranged dad and Mr. P. I was 6 when I was told that I don't have a dad when I had asked my mum about him. I used to see the dads of other kids in my school coming to pick them up when the classes were over. And I was 16 when I got to know that I have a dad, who is no longer staying with us and is possibly living in some other part of this world. I had accidentally stumbled across some photos and when I had showed it to my aunt, she had slipped it outta her mouth. Well you see, here's the glitch, when I had first seen Mr. P, the first thought that hit my head was the resemblance his face had with that of my dad in the photo. I keep the photo with me all the time though. And when Mr. P was making the offer, or rather getting desperate ti hire me for the post...I simply couldn't say no. A part of me was saying to turn the offer down cause the job requirements didn't somewhat go with my resume, but a bigger and better portion of me was wanting to take up the offer cause a) it's New York b) assistant editor!! c) there might be a chance this guy is actually my runaway dad. And I simply couldn't say no to him. Which brings me to the present condition where I have a magazine to look after, a parent to track down and settle up things with both. And once I am done with this, I am seriously running away from this place. So in the end, I always manage to find myself a reason to put up with all the trouble and when it's over, to move on in life. I gotta go back to my work now, it's just one of those endless night-outs and java gulping and the arranging of papers, photos and presentations. Thanks anyway for stopping by and listening to my stupid work story. I hope your's is not as bad and even if it is, I have nothing else to do other than wishing you good luck.
Waiting is futile. And hoping is getting on my nerves nowadays.
Gotta start preparing for tomorrows presentation. Another 2 hours of decision making and the rest of the night to be spent on compiling all the photo snippets.
Ah great! Now the coffee mug is also missing! How on earth am I supposed to stay up without the java!
Eileen! EILEEN! A petite girl, in her twenties makes her appearance inside the room.
What now?
Have you seen my coffee mug?
It's with you all the time! You had have your evening beverage in it a few hours back. It must be somewhere inside this shithole, Maddy.
Never mind, I have found it, you can go off.
Eileen twists her mouth and positions her hands over her hips. Oh no, not another round of boring lectures!!!
Hi, I am Madeline G. Polter. Age 25, female and working as an assistant editor for the famous fashion magazine Boho Touch alongside Eileen Mitchell, my roommate and coworker. We both work under Samuel Peterson, editor of the Bohemian Touch magazine. I am actually new to this place, since it had only been a month, I had started out as an assistant editor for BT, but not a newbie in my job cause I had worked for many more prestigious magazines before this. Being an assistant editor for a fashion magazine in your twenties...what more can a girl ask for? But that's just an emblazoned title, the work is not at all as glittery as it seems. Moreover it sucks! This magazine? Is just a year old and is having enough problems with the funds.As for me, I didn't have to apply for my post at all. Moreover it was Mr P, who had happened to know about me, through a friend of his daughter, came begging to ask me to take up the job. And I had been such a fool to fall for his kind childlike eyes and roundish face! He has features similar to that of my own dad, whom I have only seen in photos. I had thought or rather hoped that maybe their is a certain connection, which got intensified when Mr. P told that I resembled a lot, feature-wise, like his his own daughter!! I was just 20 who was given an offer for asstnt. Editor and a hope that I may somehow track down a long lost family member, that being my own dad. I fell for it and viola I landed up somehow in some shithole apartment in Lower East-side New York. It had been only a week since I had moved in with Eileen in her apartment which is way better than the previous one, but still as shitty. Rather it was kind of her to let me in. She had wanted to share it with someone who would a) pay half the rent b) not bore her c) be ready to get bored with her own lectures and d) be a perfect roommate material (!!!) However one thing was pretty clear, the fact that symbiosis existed between the 3 of us, i.e my colleague, boss and me. They both needed me and I needed them too, in order to survive in this city. I wasn't brought up in New York, moreover my entire lineage had nothing to do with this place, or the country! But after schooling and all, I had given some serious thoughts regarding my future and had finally realized that this editorial world is where I totally belong in. Not exactly editorial, sarcastically saying journalism. After having graduated from some college with a degree in English Hons. I had managed to bag up quite a few exciting jobs in magazines n newspaper (read famous ones), but here's the catch: I could not possibly be rooted to one place, one blessed job. I was constantly on the move, sometimes the area or the city or even the country!! But it had all added up in my resume. And I must admit, my position at work place keeps getting better with the newer jobs I get myself into. So to be totally honest, that is exactly what keeps me going, rather hopping from one office to the other. But this time, there is one huge blip, the magazine that hired me is a big failure and by the time I had come to know about it, it was quite late. The office was situated in New York and I was offered a good enough post; now that was a major sell off!!!!! I didn't care to check about the popularity statistics in the publishing market, such an idiot I was!! But my boss Mr. P is ever so hopeful about the "upliftment" in quality, now that I was here. Not to mention a word about my salary and had it not been for Eileen and the sharing of rent, I would have been literally homeless. Mr. P says that once everything is set, the debts are cleared, there will be a high rise in salary. In other words, I had a boss, an office of 15 workers, and the bank looking at me and waiting for the so called "change in the trend that sets everything straight". The job was hectic and depressing cause nothing seemed to work right. I mean fashion?? Firstly copying and analyzing the style and trend of the season's latest by Vogue, Elle, Marie Claire etc etc is not what one can produce in your next issue!!! Secondly none of the workers, excepting Allen and Peter (they had previously worked in a salon!!) were remotely associated with fashion, including me. And finally Mr. P, the boss was doing it all cause his daughter (as I have been told by Eileen) is a big fashion fanatic and wishes to run her own Big Fashion League in New York and plans to take over the mag after it emerges out clean from the mess it is in. God the Kid is only 18, she should be attending Jon Bon Jovi or an Aerosmith concert somewhere instead of wasting her time thinking about taking over her dad's position. No wonder back in my hometown, we used to label any American passing by, crazy Yorker. So back to where I was, my job that is. Its not a 9 to 5 job as anyone would expect a normal one to be. It starts from 6 and may lead up to 10 to 10.30 (in the office itself) and there is always work to be done even when we are back to our apartments. That may take up the entire night at times and the main reason behind this is the less number of workers, the low popularity, low pay and the debts. So that again comes back to Mr. P and his faith in me to help them get rid of the situation. You see how tied up I am to this job now??? And the worst part is, I have no clue where to start and if by any chance if I am able to get the system to start, I have no idea regarding how to keep it going. Now for the other part of the story. The connection between my estranged dad and Mr. P. I was 6 when I was told that I don't have a dad when I had asked my mum about him. I used to see the dads of other kids in my school coming to pick them up when the classes were over. And I was 16 when I got to know that I have a dad, who is no longer staying with us and is possibly living in some other part of this world. I had accidentally stumbled across some photos and when I had showed it to my aunt, she had slipped it outta her mouth. Well you see, here's the glitch, when I had first seen Mr. P, the first thought that hit my head was the resemblance his face had with that of my dad in the photo. I keep the photo with me all the time though. And when Mr. P was making the offer, or rather getting desperate ti hire me for the post...I simply couldn't say no. A part of me was saying to turn the offer down cause the job requirements didn't somewhat go with my resume, but a bigger and better portion of me was wanting to take up the offer cause a) it's New York b) assistant editor!! c) there might be a chance this guy is actually my runaway dad. And I simply couldn't say no to him. Which brings me to the present condition where I have a magazine to look after, a parent to track down and settle up things with both. And once I am done with this, I am seriously running away from this place. So in the end, I always manage to find myself a reason to put up with all the trouble and when it's over, to move on in life. I gotta go back to my work now, it's just one of those endless night-outs and java gulping and the arranging of papers, photos and presentations. Thanks anyway for stopping by and listening to my stupid work story. I hope your's is not as bad and even if it is, I have nothing else to do other than wishing you good luck.
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