I tapped my pen on the desk's surface again and again with the slight click of the button. I can't get over my lack of not knowing how to write a story. My boss tells me, this is it, you do this for us, then a promotion is in you future, I promise. As far as I'm concerned, she lies pretty much all the time. It's been two years since I have started my work with Fox Broadcasting and yet I still can't pop out a good storyline. My boyfriend tells me, it's just a phase, but come on…2 years for God sakes.

So here I am, swiveling in my cheap office max chair, tapping my paper mate pen on my on the verge of being plastic desk with nothing to write. The sad part is I graduated fifth in my class for Brown, majoring in such an art as writing and not knowing how to do so when I need to.

"So I said to the guy, we can't get that in yet, you gave it to us yesterday!"

I stared at my co-worker Kirk, a slightly portly guy with a hell of a bad comb over, and couldn't help but think that he is one of God's most pathetic creatures. Everyday I sit in our lounge room, complete with a water cooler, a small fridge and a table with plastic chairs that I swear was stolen from a hospital waiting room, and Kirk tells these lame jokes that mean nothing.

No one laughs at these jokes; it's me and three other people in that jail cell of a room. Who's really going to laugh at these jokes? At company parties, Seth always laughs and I will ask him in the car ride home…why? Why the hell would you do such a thing? To understand my boyfriend, you have to realize that he will laugh at virtually anything.

My friend and co-worker Jill turned sideways and looked at me, "How's that piece coming along?" I shrugged; I guess I couldn't hide my thoughts very well because all of my friends over the years have always guessed what I was thinking.

"I…uh…I think Ms. Foster will have my head tomorrow." I still find it weird how you can say something that can hurt your career, but you can say it with such confidence. I can't help but doubt myself.

She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed while looking at me, her eyes squinting making me wonder what she'll say next. I waited for her to place her sandwich down on her napkin before continuing. "Hmm" And that was all she had to say for me to lose interest in her saying anything at all.

But then she cleared her throat. "Well, I heard they have been planning one of those new teen dramas for the summer…and Foster is looking for a potential writer to pitch an idea." This caught my attention and I turned completely in my seat to look at her, she was wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin and didn't seem to share such an enthusiasm as I did at that moment. "That…that might be what I need, Jill."

She smiled at me and crumpled up her napkin and put it in the trash by her chair. "It would be good for any of us, I mean; if I write one more story on how America's children are ruined by myspace I may" I leaned forward, "Hurl?" I leaned back and saw her dark red hair sway as she pondered my input. "Yeah…hurl. I mean, that's all the stories on the other stations! We can do better, we're Fox!" I laughed, Ms. Foster always said that when we were at low ratings, she'd be like, "we can do better then this, we're FOX!"

I think her only main frustration was the fact that ABC always found a way to steal our concepts for shows and make them better. They always finished first and the real word around the office is that one of her best friends now works at ABC and they haven't spoken in years.

I dropped my keys in a little bowl that we keep in the front hallway and I slowly walked to the kitchen of our small, but cozy Malibu beach house. Seth was sitting on the couch watching the news when I walked in and he turned almost immediately.

"Hey you look…partied out." I shrugged and accepted his kiss and hug when he shuffled across the wood floor to get to me. He released me and sat back on the couch with our pit bull mix, Penny Lane who stretched out her legs and acknowledged my presence by wagging her tail. "Oh yeah, you know, because sitting in a cubicle all day is so much fun." The sarcasm was almost screaming in my tone of voice. I have definitely been around Seth for too long.

"Well, if it makes you feel better pumpkin, I didn't start dinner without you…figured you wouldn't want to warm it up." I laughed out loud, but he looked at me straight in the eyes. "Or you just wanted me to make it and not yourself." He put a finger up in protest but then dropped it and smirked. "I guess you just know me too well, don't you." I pulled a pitcher of water out of the fridge and looked at him, "Guess so."

I got up early that morning. Seth was eating a bagel when I entered the kitchen and was wearing his normal work outfit, a sports coat over a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. This wasn't a surprise because he worked at Electronic Arts, a well known video game company.

"Want a slice?" He said with food still in his mouth as he spoke. I shook my head and walked towards the counter to grab an apple. "I need to run to the office early today, but thanks anyways." He nodded slowly and stood up to stand in front of me. "You'll be home earlier then?"

I felt he always did this, make me feel guilty about the hours I worked. I took my hands and cupped his cheeks. "I'll try." With that, I quickly kissed him and grabbed my keys to my Cream Mini Cooper that we shared and left for another day at work.