I’ll admit it, I have never been to Miami. Lived all my life on the East Coast and went to college and near been there. While everyone else was getting drunk at spring break I was home in my PJs reading a book. And now I’m going there on business and being told to bring a swimsuit. I sometimes marvel at the company I work for.
I went home “early” after the first yoga session. I bugged Alicia to help me to reproduce the smoky look that had done me so when at the company mixer. What I really needed was a version for dummies. She did it on me trying to simplify it. It still looked good, but was far too complicated for me—at least on a daily basis. I wasn’t going to get up an hour early to do […]
I spent the week diving headlong into work, which was easy since there’s always so much to do. I also hid myself away and avoided Enrique which became much easier when he went out-of-town for business. Jemma had no problem teasing me when ever an opportunity presented itself. I was just too embarrassed, though I’m not sure why. Yes, I’m not the kind of person who goes home with someone for a one night stand. […]
Back to that night. Enrique and I had danced close to each other for a few songs, our bodies rubbing against each other long after the slow songs had been replaced with uptempo funk. It wasn’t long before he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the dance floor. He temporarily stopped to longingly look at me then he kept going out a side door that in spite of its warning alerted no one to our exit. […]
I rushed home early, by that I mean when normal people actually go home for work, and tried not to freak out about this mandatory company party that my boss had ordered me to have fun at. Strip out of my clothes, try not to trip on skirt—though breaking my neck would be an honest excuse to not got to the party, hop in the shower, wash hair, jump out of shower, towel dry hair […]
The next week was spent soaking up every bit of advice Jemma, my co-worker, would give me on hair, make up clothes, fashion and the company I was now a part of. I was working long hours as a personal assistant to one of the co-founders, Christine Banks. I wasn’t seeing my friends or my roommate and the only food I was eating was ordered in so we could keep working. Which was awesome since […]
When we got back to the office I met my new co-worker Jemma. She’s energetic, English, a redhead and a bit older than me—I think. She talks a mile a minute and her accent obscures some words I really think I need to know in order to do stuff.
Where was I? Oh ya, field promotion from warehouse organizer to personal assistant. So after having a queer exchange with the very cool owner of the company I work for, she literally grabbed me by the hand and we figuratively ran through the office. Out of the cave where treasure was buried, we made our way through the interns doing menial things that no one else wanted to do but needed to be done—namely “paperwork”. […]
