Neighbourskid habitica 01-21-2021

Written By: [neighbourskid]

[FINISH THE STORY]- [I had a conference call in five minutes. Marcy had my meeting papers laid out along with some fresh pens, Post-its, and a note pad all ready for me. At least until I walked in and spilled my Starbuck’s down my white blouse and all over my desk, papers, and keyboard. Who would have thought that a grande covered so much horizontal space. This was my moment to shine and…]

I had a conference call in five minutes. Marcy had my meeting papers laid out along with some fresh pens, Post-its, and a note pad all ready for me. At least until I walked in and spilled my Starbuck’s down my white blouse and all over my desk, papers, and keyboard. Who would have thought that a grande covered so much horizontal space. This was my moment to shine and I completely fucking blew it.

Well, that’s what one would think, right? And I guess that was what I thought in that moment. Ruined. Everything ruined. Coffee everywhere, all the relevant files I would have needed for this call soaked beyond reparation, keyboard fucked, and not to mention my outfit. And all I had was five minutes. Five minutes to save my material, my face in front of the company, possibly my dignity, and definitely my career. Five minutes. With a surprisingly dry pencil I pushed a button on the miraculously unharmed phone and waited for Marcy to pick up. The click came instantly and her small voice whispered a Yes through the line.

Her keyboard. Her blouse. An iPad with the documents. A stack of towels or tissues or literally anything that could soak up a grande worth of coffee. That’s what I demanded of her, and that’s what she brought me with the speed of someone constantly worried about losing their job, and it even left me a minute to spare to calm down before the call connected and I was live with some of the most important people at this company. I have zero recollection of what happened after that, but by the look of Marcy who, her blazer wrapped tightly around her, had hovered in the doorway, I absolutely fucking nailed it. As soon as the call disconnected, I came back to myself and the adrenaline that had thrown me into survival mode vanished and all I felt was cold. And ashamed. I apologised profusely to poor dear Marcy, gave her back her clothes and keyboard and had her take herself out to lunch on me. That woman deserved the world and I was not gonna forget to give it to her. A saint among assistants, Marcy.