Everlong

Froyo and Vent

8 days sober.  Hmm not too shabby...

Showing up to work 3 minutes late, rather than the usual 10 minutes. Yay. I should certainly be able to just go straight to my desk an--

"Ms.Banks, late yet again?"

Samantha freezes momentarily and turns to see her manager and few employees with towels and clipboard in hand.

"Ms. Banks ,do you enjoy your job here?" Her manager asked ,pointing Sam in the direction of the office desk. She goes to her rollie chair like a scolded dog. Plopping down and roles to the closer to computer.

Being a receptionist in hell? No. But I enjoy the money...

"Yes ma'am, I do enjoy it. Thank you again for being... patient with me." She replied an logged into the computer. Praying she would just leave her alone now.

She tried her very best not to make eye contact with her manager, feeling her burning a hole in her head.
The nickname Medusa was given to her manager for a reason. She could turn you into stone with a single glance.

"GOOD!! Then act like it like by being on time! You're on thin ice here at 'Garden of Eden Spa' Ms.Banks, an for God sakes , please take advantage of the employee discount and get that mustache waxed." She retorted and went into her office, closing the door behind her.

Samantha's jaw dropped at the insult. She knew 100% she did not have a freaking mustache!!
It didn't stop her from touching the skin above her lip though to double check.

"Bitch."she mumbled under her breath.

*ring* *ring*
She picks up the reciver, putting on her professional voice.
"Thank you for calling Garden of Eden spa, this is Samantha how may I help you?"

****

5:14pm

Samantha was disinfecting her area an shutting down the computer at which she worked at. She had mentally made up a NEW self care list for after work not including alcohol.

1.masturbate
2.take a oat bath
3.yoga
4.masturbate, again.

She had to keep repeating to herself "Do not stop by the liquor store ."Do not stop by the liquor store. And for God's sake do not stop at a bodega and get a bottle of 7 dollar over priced mouthwash to drink!"

*ding *

She slide her notifications down on her phone, only to feel a litte disappointed seeing that her one new notification was a weather update.'
For whatever reason she had hoped Adam would of shot her a friendly text by now saying "Hi." Or "what's up?"

She decided ,maybe she should be the one to start a friendly conversation. Maybe not? Maybe, yeah?
She felt so desperate for friendship and companionship.
He literally set up zero boundaries with her on the whole contacting him as sponsor thing. Might as well.
She decided to text a simple greeting..

Sam- I hope you're doing well."

*Send.*

"Why the fuck did I say that?!!
I hope YoUr,Re doing weLl. You IDIOT. " She scolded herself, regretting the message.

Wait.

..the little dots at the bottom are moving. He's texting back!!
The little dots disappear and then nothing else happens...

"Oh?...."

***

Rehearsals were now over, they had run over time slightly because of complications.
Adam and his costars were in the shared dressing room, putting up props and taking off their costumes.