So now i'm an intern at some office for the WWE. It is offically the most boring thing in the whole entire world if not the whole of America! And i've only been here a grand total of half an hour. Most of that was taken up by a twenty five minute lecture on how to behave when working as part of a team in an office. Basically because i'm only an intern i've got to do the filing and photocopying, answer the phones and make the drink while the other girls examine their nails and pretend to type a letter when anyone important comes around. So i've been officially working for five minutes...and i've broken the photocopier..and i haven't told anyone it was me. It's funny how Mom got her way and i'm working here now. She always told me i can be whatever i want to be and no one can tell me otherwise, she forgot to add unless she says so. The phone rings and it's my job to answer it.
"Hello world wrestling entertainment headquaters this is Fleur Williams speaking, how may i help you?" I ask in that customer service fake cheery tone that says i hate my job and i don't actually want to help but i'll sound happy anyway because my supirior is watching me like a hawk.
"Hello is this perfect pizza?" asks the person on the other end.
"No" I reply patiently "it's World Wrestling Entertainment headquaters"
"Hang on a minute aren't you the World Wrestling Entertainment people?" the person asks
"That's what i said" I tell him trying to hide my irritation
"Do you know the number for perfect pizza?" he asks
"No i'm afraid i don't" I sigh getting bored of the conversation.
"Well you aren't very good you haven't helped me at all!" he exclaims and I hang up the phone.
You just can't get the callers these days. Talk about being a bit on the slow side, if he was any slower he'd be going backwards.
I spin about in my office chair. Which is actually quite fun. I quickly stop. No wait it's childish and immature. That is so totally not me! I'm a sophisticated, beautiful, intelligent and some other long words that mean the same sort of thing woman. Well..maybe not the beautiful part. Or the intelligent. I may have to rethink how i'd describe myself.
"Fleur can you go serve drinks in the meeting please?" asks Lori Anne my evil supervisor.
Funny i'm sure i heard someone ask her to do it earlier but who am i to complain. I'm the new little intern for everyone to boss about. I sigh as i stand up so everyone knows just how unhappy i am even if i can't say it. Imagine making me do everything like it's my job or somthing. I storm out of the room grabbing a tray ready for carrying drinks and food through. Sarah the other intern is at the photocopier trying to get it to work and the whole thing jams up again.
"Sarah!" Lori Anne yells "you should ask if you can't use the photocopier"
Whoops geuss that was kind of my fault seeing as i broke the photocopier. I make a speedy exit down the hallway towards the meeting room. So this is my first morning at work.