right and
the cheese kind of slid off of the egg and into the pan. My toast burnt when I
put my bread in the toaster and didn’t pay attention to the setting that I
turned the knob to. I ended up with 2 pieces of coal black bread, weirdly
scrambled eggs and scorched cheese. Feeling defeated, I gave up and ate a piece
of chocolate cake instead.
~*~
I
felt so professional in my suit the next morning. I mean I knew I was a
professional, but there was something about wearing a really great suit that just
added to it. Jocalyn looked like she was going to burst out of her seat when I
walked into work.
“What’s
up Jocalyn?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
“I’m
just so excited about Barnaby’s tonight! I can’t wait and you guys are gonna be
gone today, which will make the day seem even longer!” She squealed.
Jonathan
walked out of his office rubbing his temples. “Jocalyn.” He grumbled.
“I
know I know volume.” She said.
“And
pitch.” He muttered as he closed his door.
“Do
you want me to meet you at the tube station?” She asked me.
“Actually
Barnaby’s is right around the corner from me. I’m just gonna walk there.” I
said.
Jocalyn’s
mouth turned down in obvious disappointment. For a moment I felt kind of bad
and wondered if I should just walk to the subway and meet her. Then I realized
that was ridiculous as I would be walking the opposite way to Barnaby’s only to
turn around and walk all the way back.
“You
could meet me at my place.” I offered.
“Oh
my gosh really? That would be so awesome!” Jocalyn started shaking with
excitement again.
I
gave her directions to my condo and went into my office. After quickly checking
my emails, and returning a call regarding Tyler and a rogue golf cart, I made a
list of things I needed to do on Monday.
The
first thing on the list was setting up the Julissa/Kyle/sister photo opp. Maybe
this is a little mean, but I kind of feel like this a way for me to get back at
her for being.....well.....her.
I
added follow up with prospects I may find today. Next on the list was to return
any messages I may receive. I looked at my list. It looked awfully short. I
needed at longer list that way if anyone was standing in front of me and I had
the list on my desk, they might glance at it and think I must be terribly busy.
I started to add non work items on the list. I mean people were supposed to
glance at it and not read it right?
By
the time I was done my list looked something like this:
––––––––
C hloe’s to do list for Monday
1. Set up photo for Julissa, Kyle &
sister.
2. Follow up with luncheon
prospects.
3. Return
messages
4. Go to the grocery
store
5. Purchase more face cleanser and
moisturizer
6.Start thinking of things to do when Abby
comes
7. Clean
condo.
8. Check and send
email
9. Start Christmas
shopping
10. Call mom so she knows I am still alive.
Okay
I’ll admit, I had to struggle to come up with things to put on my list, but I
figured ten was a good number of items. I don’t appear to be overworked but at
the same time I don’t want it to look as though I need more work to do.
I
glanced at the clock and realized it was about time to go. I hid my list away
in my desk and grabbed some business cards, a pen and a notepad. Grabbing my
purse and coat, I said goodbye to Jocalyn before I headed down to meet the rest
of the group.
There
were six of us going, including me and Jonathan. After we were all in the
lobby, we walked over to Jonathan’s gigantic SUV. Veronica, who was apparently
quite the office suck up, immediately jumped into the front seat next to
Jonathan. Wes and some guy named Norman, who pretty much kept to himself,
climbed into the back, which left me and Skylar in the middle.
We
were all pretty silent during the ride to the hotel, with the exception of
Veronica who talked about herself and how amazing it is to work for Drayton
McGuire the entire time. I wanted to