Another Day at Work
I am still at work, angry and exhausted.
My boss, Melinda, just does not comprehend the fact that I am not Harry Potter, I cannot transfigure things nor do I possess a magic wand. She cannot fathom how I cannot fabricate a reservation in Villa d'Este in Lake Cuomo.
To be quite honest, if I could get a room, I would reserve it for myself not her. I know it's my job but goodness! I've been dying to get some space in there all summer. And then she got so bloody cross because her stupid car broke down and I had to go pick her up in a 2007 BMW instead of a 2007 Mercedes. As if that weren't enough, she practically tore a hole in my new Gucci skirt when she found out I had a boyfriend who worked in the hotel business.
She said to me, ever so disdainfully.
"Well then why don't you use him? What? Isn't he good for anything else other than keeping YOU satisfied?"
I stared at her, perplexed. Is she insane? Or just plain delusional?! I never speak of my boyfriend at work. It's not anybody's business because the minute they know WHO it is, it suddenly becomes EVERYBODY'S business. They want to know everything about him. It sure isn't my fault that he has a public life nor is it my fault that he is mostly on tabloids due to his many 'indiscretions'.
"Though don't you think he is too much of a man for you?" she added lightly. I practically spilled my 5th cup of Irish coffee on me.
Melinda is normally quite serious when emitting her opinions, though when they are not directly involved in fashion and management, they are quite frankly out of place and inappropriate. She fancies herself God and rather gets too much pleasure out of going through my mail to see if he sent anything to me. Of all bloody things! I swear next time I catch her doing so, I will jam the nearest pencil in her hand. Or do something similar that HURTS her. She has no right! NO BLOODY RIGHT!
Ok... I am seething. Must calm down.
And yet I must swallow these things in order to maintain my job though today she blew my fuse when she kept inquiring about Nathan after making me work on a Saturday morning and afternoon.
"Melinda, don't you have anything better to do? Like... running a magazine perhaps?" It came out like a snap.
She glared at me and went back her office, leaving me a copy of her growing Nathan-in-the-cover-magazine collection. I disposed of them immediately. Enough bollocks are being printed about him practically every day, more than I care to see and know about.
After that particular incident, she has made sure to make the remaining of my day a living hell. She killed today's Marc Jacobs shoot (after weeks of having everyone prepare for it) and has insisted in a new, out of the blue Dolce and Gabbana shoot with this particular 'Marina' theme for next month. She had left the clothing in my desk, under my ever so watchful eye and little did I know that Caterina had decided to BORROW it when she came to visit me, without my knowledge.
A NEW, practically UNOBTAINABLE OUTFIT from D&G EXCLUSIVELY for Ms. Melinda Vlies! I wanted to cry and thought of resigning the second she asked me about it. I lied instead, saying I had sent it to press. I practically flew out of my desk, into the nearest Dolce and Gabbana store, talked to the manager and managed to secure another identical outfit.
It saved my arse.
Though I swear, if I so much as catch Caterina, I will drown her in the Thames and then tear her body into several pieces and ship it all around the WORLD. And to make matters worse, I have not heard from Nathan ALL BLOODY DAY. >(
I am in a foul mood. Very very foul.
My boss, Melinda, just does not comprehend the fact that I am not Harry Potter, I cannot transfigure things nor do I possess a magic wand. She cannot fathom how I cannot fabricate a reservation in Villa d'Este in Lake Cuomo.
To be quite honest, if I could get a room, I would reserve it for myself not her. I know it's my job but goodness! I've been dying to get some space in there all summer. And then she got so bloody cross because her stupid car broke down and I had to go pick her up in a 2007 BMW instead of a 2007 Mercedes. As if that weren't enough, she practically tore a hole in my new Gucci skirt when she found out I had a boyfriend who worked in the hotel business.
She said to me, ever so disdainfully.
"Well then why don't you use him? What? Isn't he good for anything else other than keeping YOU satisfied?"
I stared at her, perplexed. Is she insane? Or just plain delusional?! I never speak of my boyfriend at work. It's not anybody's business because the minute they know WHO it is, it suddenly becomes EVERYBODY'S business. They want to know everything about him. It sure isn't my fault that he has a public life nor is it my fault that he is mostly on tabloids due to his many 'indiscretions'.
"Though don't you think he is too much of a man for you?" she added lightly. I practically spilled my 5th cup of Irish coffee on me.
Melinda is normally quite serious when emitting her opinions, though when they are not directly involved in fashion and management, they are quite frankly out of place and inappropriate. She fancies herself God and rather gets too much pleasure out of going through my mail to see if he sent anything to me. Of all bloody things! I swear next time I catch her doing so, I will jam the nearest pencil in her hand. Or do something similar that HURTS her. She has no right! NO BLOODY RIGHT!
Ok... I am seething. Must calm down.
And yet I must swallow these things in order to maintain my job though today she blew my fuse when she kept inquiring about Nathan after making me work on a Saturday morning and afternoon.
"Melinda, don't you have anything better to do? Like... running a magazine perhaps?" It came out like a snap.
She glared at me and went back her office, leaving me a copy of her growing Nathan-in-the-cover-magazine collection. I disposed of them immediately. Enough bollocks are being printed about him practically every day, more than I care to see and know about.
After that particular incident, she has made sure to make the remaining of my day a living hell. She killed today's Marc Jacobs shoot (after weeks of having everyone prepare for it) and has insisted in a new, out of the blue Dolce and Gabbana shoot with this particular 'Marina' theme for next month. She had left the clothing in my desk, under my ever so watchful eye and little did I know that Caterina had decided to BORROW it when she came to visit me, without my knowledge.
A NEW, practically UNOBTAINABLE OUTFIT from D&G EXCLUSIVELY for Ms. Melinda Vlies! I wanted to cry and thought of resigning the second she asked me about it. I lied instead, saying I had sent it to press. I practically flew out of my desk, into the nearest Dolce and Gabbana store, talked to the manager and managed to secure another identical outfit.
It saved my arse.
Though I swear, if I so much as catch Caterina, I will drown her in the Thames and then tear her body into several pieces and ship it all around the WORLD. And to make matters worse, I have not heard from Nathan ALL BLOODY DAY. >(
I am in a foul mood. Very very foul.
Comments
the outfit is...
alive?
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