It was a long week. Than again, every week felt like a long week while working at Pearson Hardman. It felt good to finally finish all my work, and be able to go home and sleep. But something was wrong, I was cold, no, I was hot. Then it happened, I sneezed. It hit me like a ton of bricks thrown by Harvey, I was undeniably sick. I decided that I'd be fine and to put it on my to-do list to deal with tommorow.
I awoke feeling like death warmed over. I rolled over and immediantly started coughing until my throat burned. I wanted to stay home, but we were meeting with an important client, and who stays home during the first couple months of a well-paying job? I couldn't even think breakfast, the mere sight of food almost sent me running to the bathroom. I put on my skinny tie, grabbed my semi-ironed shirt and left so I could suffer through my day. I walked, more like stumbled, to my desk. I needed water but I already had a stack of briefs on my desk to look through for Louis.
I had just started to look into the briefs when I realized the sweat beading down my neck. I just couldn't focus. My big brain knew that sweating was a sign of a fever, but I just shoved that thought to the back of my mind. I was snapped out of my thoughts when the clicking of heels could be heard coming toward my desk. " Do you have the files that Har-" Donna looked me up and down. " You look terrible. Are you feeling alright" I wiped the sweat off my brow, and straightened my tie so I could appear more presentable. " Uh, yeah. Just working on briefs," Mike said, " Here are the files, can you take them to him, I'm really busy." Before I knew it she was off to give the files to Harvey, but not without giving Mike a concerned glare while walking away.
I guessed I should try to eat something, so I set off for the break-room in search of something not-to-heavy. I saw crackers on the table and chose that as my lunch. Within minutes I was back at my cubicle hunched over papers. Out of nowhere, my stomach lurched. I didn't want to cause a scene and give the other associates a reason to mock me more, so as casually as possible I fast walked to the mens' room. I barely made it and lost my lunch in the sink. Thankfully no one but me, myself, and I were in there. I rinsed the sink out and splashed cold water on my face. To be honest, I felt much better then I did when I walked in in the morning. I walked out of the bathroom and continued the next hour without and more pit-stops. I got up to lay the files on Louis' desk, when I got back, there was a note on my computer screen that said:"My office. Now. "
I walked to Harvey's office, expecting to get read the riot act on something that I did wrong. I closed his door and we started spitting out ideas on how to help our client. I caught my self day-dreaming out his window several times. I guess Harvey noticed to, because he responded with saying, " Pay attention princess.," while throwing one of his baseballs at me. I missed and it hit my knee-cap. I bent down to pick it up and suddenly felt dizzy. I came back up and it looked like someone had taken an eraser and got rid of all the color on my face. Harvey was explaining how that he was going to meet a client and how I wasn't ready yet, but honestly I didn't care. I just felt too bad. Apparently Harvey wasn't too thrilled with me not paying attention because he left saying, " Now. because you can't pay attention. You will sit im my office and finish your files here." He slammed his door on the way out" I sat on his couch, which usually wasn't comfortable at all, but today it was inviting me to sit on its glorious fabric. I sat down and before I knew it, I was sound asleep
