It's another day; another day of mind numbing tasks that I believe can possibly and quite rapidly at that, liquify my brain cells. I wish I was kidding, I really do. But, I'm not. Let me walk you through it.
As an assistant, all the tedious tasks fall on my lap. That would mean answering the never ending phone calls (seriously, we're not a bank don't call on my lunch break!), paperworks that nobody else honestly wants to do, coordinating with all those godawful impatient people, those are just the tip of the iceberg. You'll see when we get along with the story it's just all painful things you have to endure if you wanna move up the corporate ladder.
One beautiful silver lining...I get to talk to her. Santana Lopez. Santana the purpose of my existence Lopez. I don't think we're on a first name basis yet. With all the 'hey's we've thrown around (two) each other, I don't think she really knows my name. Maybe it's just one of those situations wherein you don't know the person and just choose to acknowledge them with a simple hey? Oh no, is that it? Why I gotta get myself down like this? Hope Britts, you just gotta have som hope.
Anyway, yep. My work allows me to actually have the legit perfect excuse to interact with her. By 'interact' I mean making her sign some papers. Or like give out her payslip, cause we like to promote employee relations with management or something like that, (yeah I'd like to have relations with her alright). Things like those gives me opportunity to apply my smooth smooth moves on her. Perfect eh?
No. Not perfect. Cause seriously, I suck. Just this morning I was asked to have this waiver paper thing signed by everyone regarding our team building and I almost hyperventilated on the way to her desk. Like, fuck am I lame. I had to go piss like three times before going there. Did I mention how many times I checked my hair in the comfort room? yup, major loser moments right there. Why can't I just be normal?
Going back to my spaz moments, I walked over there with trembling hands and stood up near her area. I was such a chicken shit that I only had the courage to talk to the person beside fuck I can talk to her manger all business like and awesom but when it comes to her? Different ball game. Like I can feel her turning my way, actually sense her looking to her right but fuck it all, I just made my voice a bit louder so she could hear what it was I was saying to the guy beside her, made him sign the fuckin waiver, slid it over to her and practically ran away from her.
Jesus mother fuck! This cannot be good for my health. My heart is pounding and shit. Gotta get back to my homebase. It's like freakin entering war zone over there. That girl will be the death of me and she hasn't even said anything to me yet!
Oh shit, she didn't sign the waiver! Is she not going to the company team building? Does she have a date then? Is she even bi or into the ladies? Does she have a date with her BOYFRIEND or something? Wait, what? That'll be a whole weekend without her! Jeez. Stop panicking Britts. Just, calm yourself. You can just go over there again and ask her. Yeah, right. I can do that. Later, much much later when you're stable again, okay?
Just then I feel a tap on my desk. Oh great. It's Rachel. Hmp. My coworker, the officer above me and directly under my boss.
"Brittany, did you manage to make everyone sign that?" Rachel pointed to the waiver with her one eyebrow raised.
Now, don't get me wrong. I know how to follow instructions and all that. But this girl, she puts rules on as her pants. She legit makes it seem that she is the most uptight person in this whole goddamn office, well besides our boss.
"Not everyone, Miss Rachel. Others are doing something. I'll just go back there later." I said in a very slow and calculated way. Please don't make me go back there now, please?
"Hm. It's almost lunch time Brittany. Make sure those are signed before end of the day. Wouldnt want Miss Holly to know this got delayed. "
You see, our boss is one freaky lady. Miss Holly Holiday. She used to be a lawyer which she believes entitles her to be the biggest baddest bitch around.
She lords over everyone here. Literally everyone, including her bosses; the company's president and CEO. That's a bit fucked up right? But yeah, she has that kinda personality that with one look, she can obliterate your self esteem.
With her long blonde hair, tight skirts and high heels, she is one hell of a boss lady. She rarely smiles and seems to be on a foul mood from the minute she enters the office. I would know since I have to report to her everytime she comes in. I'm in charge of the office attendance so I have to ensure that everyone is accounted for. If not, if a single employee is late or absent, I have to know where they are, what caused the tardiness or absence and let the boss lady know. I know, stressful right? How can you expect a sick person answer his or her goddamn phone at 6 in the morning if he or she is in bed feeling like death dawned on them? Apparently that is my problem to figure out.
Speaking of boss lady, I see she stands up for her lunch break. It's time for the lion to get out of her cage. Please take two hours of lunch. Please leave us alone for a bit.
Once she's left, Rachel turns to me and says, "You can have lunch in few. Go ahead, I'm still finishing up something."
I was in a rush this morning so I didn't have time to pack my lunch. Guess I have to go back all the way down to get some food. Our office is located on the 40th floor of the building, and with an hour of lunch, it cuts the time a bit to go down, get food and get back up.
My stalker self is checking in and wondering if Santana Lopez is on her break now. Who am I kidding? You and I both know that I've memorized her schedule by now. I'm just hoping she goes out of the office too. Maybe we bump into each other in the elevator? I stand beside her. Touch her arm to get her attention then I can ask her where she's going. Also, if she wants some company. Maybe we can have lunch together? Then we can have a smoke together (I heard she's a smoker and even though I'm trying to quit, I'll smoke 2 reams if I get to smoke with her). Or maybe we can go back to my place and have some drinks after? Then she can sleepover if she's a bit tipsy, just taking care of her ya know. Maybe I can sleep beside her and do naughty naughty things to that body of hers?
Yeah, not happening. She's nowhere to be found. And it's not like I have tons of time to look around for her. My lunch time just got less with this freakin elevator ride. 40mins to go, goddamnit! How can I chew my food properly with all this time crunching away at me? The stress is real.
I just opted to eat in the convenience store in the building to save time. I'm so not used to eating alone. In my previous work, all my coworkers and I eat together, joke around and just have a good time.
I soon finish my pasta and head upstairs. I see boss lady already in her place. Does this lady eat or something? Maybe she just inhales the fear of all her subordinates and gets her kicks out of those. Maybe she doesn't eat, with her lithe and sexy figure, perhaps she takes her 1 hour of lunch and plots out ways in which to torture me further.
Good thing though, Rachel isn't here yet. I dunno, everytime I see her it just makes me want to punch someone. There's something in her that triggers me to have violent thoughts. Do you ever get that urge? When you want so badly to shut someone up. Okay, moving the stapler away from the middle of our desks. Wouldn't want the murder weapon laying around ready for my disposal.
I get to finish some more paperworks. Did my rounds in the other wing (we have to check if there is anything amiss), printed some docs for boss lady and called up some applicants for interviews. I can see Rachel sending vibes towards me. She wants me to complete the waiver thing. Can I just ignore her until tomorrow?
Nah. She looks almost constipated by this time. Fine, Imma move my ass and go over there to that lovely specimen of a woman. I hope this time I wouldn't be such chicken shit.
My flat shoes are moving. My hands are trembling (as always). I'm zoning in onthe back of her head. My brain is buzzing and my chest is tight. Go do this Britts. You're not gonna back out now, okay? Don't be such a pussy.
I get to her and she instinctively turns to her right and faces me. My god! This is the first time I'm about to properly talk to her. Be cool, Britts. Keep it light.
"Hi, Santana. Uhm... You, uh.. You didn't uhm... " I stammered.
"Oh hey, yeah. I didn't sign the waiver. Is everybody going to that?" She said. 'My heart. It beats. Beats for only you!' Okay, my brain is just singing a Paramore song this entire time. She said something. God! I'm not functioning properly.
Santana clarified "I mean, I'm not sure if I'm going to this.. Can I get back to you?"
And there we are, two sentences people! She said two whole sentences! Life fucking goals. Wait, I have to respond. Why am I such a spaz?
"Oh, uhm... All the others are uhh.. I think they're uh.. Yeah.." Kill. me. now.
"Alright Brittany, if you say so. Although I really don't wanna go. " Santana said quietly.
Ofcourse Imma freak the fuck out! Duh, she knows my name! She knows me! Well, I was introduced during my first week and all in our company's weekly friday event. But still, first name basis!
"Th.. thanks Santana. I mean, okay.. bye" I quickly walked away and didn't look back.
She's made my day once again. And today, I heard her voice. It's like she's singing with her every word. It's deep, sensual, with a whole lotta rasp in it. Maybe she gets it cause she smokes? Holy hell, it's really tingle inducing. Can I talk to her all day everyday? I wonder what she sounds like when she actually sings. Damn it! Girls who can sing are one of my weaknesses. Can she be anymore perfect?