Note: I am now writing this story in regular format, not script. Any
objections?
Another Note: I can see the New Orleans thing now that you mention it but it is definitely not intentional. New Orleans was my favorite season.
Disclaimer: I own neither The Real World nor the Lizzie McGuire show. I also know very little about ABC studios, so just pretend everything is true.
Good Morning, Work
The Monday they start working
"Training yesterday wasn't that bad," Lizzie thinks as she gets out of bed at 6:00 AM. The cast is supposed to be at the studio today at 7:30. Lizzie showers and gets dressed. Yesterday, she found out just exactly what a person does that works in the mailroom-they deliver mail and make copies along with many other miscellaneous jobs.
Harry Goebel is in charge of them. Mr. Goebel is a man of about fifty years of age. He has gray hair and seems very business-like. Although he is in charge of them, there is someone else monitering and assigning tasks to them- Mr. Goebel's daughter, Kathryn Goebel. Unlike her father, Kathryn had blonde hair, is twenty-five, and is very attractive. She also seems business-like and very motivated. She attended Harvard Business School.
At 7:05, everyone headed for work in the provided car and at 7:29 they were in the ABC mailroom. The mailroom seemed very organized and was quite large. They were tables and chairs for each of them to consider their offices as well as a bunch of paper. When they got there, Kathryn was already waiting for them.
"Now, yesterday, I mentioned that you seven would be divided into three groups- two groups of two and one group of three. As you see, there are three different tables- one for each group. I assigned the groups purely based on career pasts. I want to see how this arrangement works out for the next two weeks. Now, Lizzie, Reid, and Louis are the first group. The next group is Tom and Melanie and then Florin and Asandra. Your tables are ready for you, and your first 'assignments' will be ready for you shortly. Right now, I want you to take the paper on the tables and sort them by floor. There are three main floors you will be concerned with. Since the first floor has the most offices, the group of three will take that one and then the other two groups can work out the other two floors. One you have them sorted by floors, take the first floor papers and give them to the first floor group and do the same with the other two floors. Once each group has the floor paper they are assigned to let me know. I will be in my office that I showed you yesterday," Kathryn said, "Any questions?"
Everyone shook their heads and headed to the tables. "God, does that woman ever breathe?" Reid asked as he took a stack of papers and started to sort them out.
Lizzie, Reid, and Louis started to sort the papers and then take them to their designated groups. This all took about thirty minutes for all seven of them. Florin went to get Kathryn, who came out and looked at all the piles. "Good work, everyone. Now, take the papers you have and sort them by room number. In time, you will see that this place is pretty easy going if you do your work right and in a timely manner. This building works very much like a school. There is an intercom; there are 'classes,' dismissals, attendance, due dates, a cafeteria, and much more. Now, when I say this, I do not mean to degrade you, but you are students and as long as you show up everyday unless you are sick and don't 'fail' to do your jobs, you should all do fine. If there is a need for a break, take a break. Do not take advantage of this, but every once in a while, I understand that one may need to take a break," Kathryn continued, "Enough of that, but after you finish that sorting, take the elevator to your floor and distribute the papers. After you have completed all of that . . . take a short break." Kathryn went back into her office and closed the door.
Lizzie's group sat down and started sorting. "I think that woman might drive me crazy by the end of all this," Reid started.
"Well," Louis said, "I wouldn't say that if I were you. She might have this place bugged. Besides, first impressions are not always what they seem."
"Well, all I am saying is that she seems like a person who could use a little loving in her life," Reid said.
"I think someone loves her," Lizzie said.
"Why do you say that?" Reid asked.
"She is wearing a ring on her ring finger. That most likely means she is engaged to be married or married," Lizzie replied.
"I didn't notice that. Oh well, life goes on," Reid said and continued sorting. The table seldom spoke unless to remark on someone's name or the amount of mail he or she was receiving.
"Gosh, Mr. Kermit may have a horrible name, but he sure seems popular with mail," Louis said as he placed three in a row into Mr. Kermit's pile.
Fifteen minutes later, they were finished and they started to rubber band each mini- pile. Midway through, they ran out of rubber bands.
"Lizzie," Louis started, "will you do me a favor and ask Kathryn for some more rubber bands?"
"Why me?"
" Because you are the youngest."
"Oh, fine"
Lizzie walked over to Kathryn's office and knocked on the door. "Come in," Kathryn said from the inside. Lizzie walked in to find Kathryn on the phone in a personal conversation. Lizzie tried not to listen to what Kathryn was saying, but it was kind of hard not to.
"I have to be there." "I can't miss the wedding." "Well, I will give my ticket to someone else." "Honey, I have to go, but I will see you later." "I love you more. Bye" Kathryn hung up the phone.
"Ms. Goebel?" Lizzie asked.
"Oh, sorry. I was talking to my fiancé about this film thing he wants me to go to," Kathryn said.
"Oh?" Lizzie asked nervously, not meaning for it to be a question.
"Yeah, he works as a film professor at New York University and he is showing the class a few of the past movies created by past students. It's a special showing and I was invited, but my cousin's wedding is that Saturday and I am a bridesmaid, so I have to be there the day before. Anyway, to make a long story short, I have this ticket, and if you want to go, you are welcome to go in my place. In fact, you would be doing me a favor, Lizzie," Kathryn said.
"Oh, I would love to go. When is it?" Lizzie asked. If it is a film class, Gordo might be there and this could be a chance to patch things up.
"This Friday," Kathryn said, "It is semi-formal, so you might have to dress up a little, but it will be fun. Usually it is held at the University, but since it is Alumni night, it will be held at the Rockefeller Center right here in New York City. So, can you go?"
"Um, sure," Lizzie said. She almost got up from her seat and started to leave, but then she remembered what she originally came in there for. "Oh, I almost forgot, I need some rubber bands."
"They are in the cabinet in the corner," Kathryn said.
"Okay," Lizzie said as she walked over and got a pack of rubber bands. She proceeded to leave, but just as the walked to the door, Kathryn said, "Oh, and Lizzie? Please let this be our little secret about the ticket things. It is the first day and I don't want it to seem like I already have favorites."
Lizzie smiled, "Okay." Lizzie left the room with the rubber bands. She was now excited about this experience. She had a feeling that Gordo would be at this event, and by the time the night would be over, they would be friends again.
Another Note: I can see the New Orleans thing now that you mention it but it is definitely not intentional. New Orleans was my favorite season.
Disclaimer: I own neither The Real World nor the Lizzie McGuire show. I also know very little about ABC studios, so just pretend everything is true.
Good Morning, Work
The Monday they start working
"Training yesterday wasn't that bad," Lizzie thinks as she gets out of bed at 6:00 AM. The cast is supposed to be at the studio today at 7:30. Lizzie showers and gets dressed. Yesterday, she found out just exactly what a person does that works in the mailroom-they deliver mail and make copies along with many other miscellaneous jobs.
Harry Goebel is in charge of them. Mr. Goebel is a man of about fifty years of age. He has gray hair and seems very business-like. Although he is in charge of them, there is someone else monitering and assigning tasks to them- Mr. Goebel's daughter, Kathryn Goebel. Unlike her father, Kathryn had blonde hair, is twenty-five, and is very attractive. She also seems business-like and very motivated. She attended Harvard Business School.
At 7:05, everyone headed for work in the provided car and at 7:29 they were in the ABC mailroom. The mailroom seemed very organized and was quite large. They were tables and chairs for each of them to consider their offices as well as a bunch of paper. When they got there, Kathryn was already waiting for them.
"Now, yesterday, I mentioned that you seven would be divided into three groups- two groups of two and one group of three. As you see, there are three different tables- one for each group. I assigned the groups purely based on career pasts. I want to see how this arrangement works out for the next two weeks. Now, Lizzie, Reid, and Louis are the first group. The next group is Tom and Melanie and then Florin and Asandra. Your tables are ready for you, and your first 'assignments' will be ready for you shortly. Right now, I want you to take the paper on the tables and sort them by floor. There are three main floors you will be concerned with. Since the first floor has the most offices, the group of three will take that one and then the other two groups can work out the other two floors. One you have them sorted by floors, take the first floor papers and give them to the first floor group and do the same with the other two floors. Once each group has the floor paper they are assigned to let me know. I will be in my office that I showed you yesterday," Kathryn said, "Any questions?"
Everyone shook their heads and headed to the tables. "God, does that woman ever breathe?" Reid asked as he took a stack of papers and started to sort them out.
Lizzie, Reid, and Louis started to sort the papers and then take them to their designated groups. This all took about thirty minutes for all seven of them. Florin went to get Kathryn, who came out and looked at all the piles. "Good work, everyone. Now, take the papers you have and sort them by room number. In time, you will see that this place is pretty easy going if you do your work right and in a timely manner. This building works very much like a school. There is an intercom; there are 'classes,' dismissals, attendance, due dates, a cafeteria, and much more. Now, when I say this, I do not mean to degrade you, but you are students and as long as you show up everyday unless you are sick and don't 'fail' to do your jobs, you should all do fine. If there is a need for a break, take a break. Do not take advantage of this, but every once in a while, I understand that one may need to take a break," Kathryn continued, "Enough of that, but after you finish that sorting, take the elevator to your floor and distribute the papers. After you have completed all of that . . . take a short break." Kathryn went back into her office and closed the door.
Lizzie's group sat down and started sorting. "I think that woman might drive me crazy by the end of all this," Reid started.
"Well," Louis said, "I wouldn't say that if I were you. She might have this place bugged. Besides, first impressions are not always what they seem."
"Well, all I am saying is that she seems like a person who could use a little loving in her life," Reid said.
"I think someone loves her," Lizzie said.
"Why do you say that?" Reid asked.
"She is wearing a ring on her ring finger. That most likely means she is engaged to be married or married," Lizzie replied.
"I didn't notice that. Oh well, life goes on," Reid said and continued sorting. The table seldom spoke unless to remark on someone's name or the amount of mail he or she was receiving.
"Gosh, Mr. Kermit may have a horrible name, but he sure seems popular with mail," Louis said as he placed three in a row into Mr. Kermit's pile.
Fifteen minutes later, they were finished and they started to rubber band each mini- pile. Midway through, they ran out of rubber bands.
"Lizzie," Louis started, "will you do me a favor and ask Kathryn for some more rubber bands?"
"Why me?"
" Because you are the youngest."
"Oh, fine"
Lizzie walked over to Kathryn's office and knocked on the door. "Come in," Kathryn said from the inside. Lizzie walked in to find Kathryn on the phone in a personal conversation. Lizzie tried not to listen to what Kathryn was saying, but it was kind of hard not to.
"I have to be there." "I can't miss the wedding." "Well, I will give my ticket to someone else." "Honey, I have to go, but I will see you later." "I love you more. Bye" Kathryn hung up the phone.
"Ms. Goebel?" Lizzie asked.
"Oh, sorry. I was talking to my fiancé about this film thing he wants me to go to," Kathryn said.
"Oh?" Lizzie asked nervously, not meaning for it to be a question.
"Yeah, he works as a film professor at New York University and he is showing the class a few of the past movies created by past students. It's a special showing and I was invited, but my cousin's wedding is that Saturday and I am a bridesmaid, so I have to be there the day before. Anyway, to make a long story short, I have this ticket, and if you want to go, you are welcome to go in my place. In fact, you would be doing me a favor, Lizzie," Kathryn said.
"Oh, I would love to go. When is it?" Lizzie asked. If it is a film class, Gordo might be there and this could be a chance to patch things up.
"This Friday," Kathryn said, "It is semi-formal, so you might have to dress up a little, but it will be fun. Usually it is held at the University, but since it is Alumni night, it will be held at the Rockefeller Center right here in New York City. So, can you go?"
"Um, sure," Lizzie said. She almost got up from her seat and started to leave, but then she remembered what she originally came in there for. "Oh, I almost forgot, I need some rubber bands."
"They are in the cabinet in the corner," Kathryn said.
"Okay," Lizzie said as she walked over and got a pack of rubber bands. She proceeded to leave, but just as the walked to the door, Kathryn said, "Oh, and Lizzie? Please let this be our little secret about the ticket things. It is the first day and I don't want it to seem like I already have favorites."
Lizzie smiled, "Okay." Lizzie left the room with the rubber bands. She was now excited about this experience. She had a feeling that Gordo would be at this event, and by the time the night would be over, they would be friends again.