Another Day With (out) You

Chapter 3: Not as Lucky as Ever

Alexandra Woodley

Here's a tip to start a day for dummies:

1. Get up at 7.45.

2. Wear a wrong pair of stockings.

3. Don't brush your teeth.

4. Don't comb your hair.

5. Almost hit an elderly with your car.

6. Get scolded by your boss in the third day of work after you successfully pass the intern period.

7. Go lose your glasses

8. Bump into a guy-who-loves-his-suit-a-little-bit-too-much and spill coffee unto his grey tux.

9. Make sure your boyfriend doesn't answer or reply your calls and texts.

10. Stressed out again.

Wow, I must have gotten an A++ if my essay in college was about, "Destroy Your First Dream Job."

I had no idea what sin have I committed until the Heavens have punished me with such a disastrous day!

The two days before, I've done a pretty well job. I arrived on time with a perfect office clothes. I finished my work before five and even made my boss, Mrs. Bernard, amazed (well, a little).

Now, in the third day, everything seems to be much the reverse.

I even woke up late (this is because Gwen asked me to drink with her last night! Damn, that girl's crazy when it comes to drinking), wore the wrong pair of stockings, forgot to brush my teeth (thank God, there was still a pack of Doublemint in my purse), didn't even had a chance to comb my hair (great, now I'm sure a family of crows will practically beg me to give them my hair as their new nest), and goodness heavens, I spilled a coffee unto a guy!

Fingercrossed, please tell me the guy is not in a higher position than me..

But, I have to say, that guy's got an issue. When he found out that I spilled coffee unto his grey suit, he acted as if I had killed his only son. He even called me.. what? Disastrous.. uh, something.

Anyway, even if I felt a teeny little guiltness, I still think that he overreacted.

Sigh, now I have to find my damn glasses.

Okay, so I lost it when I was fetching some documents from Jackson's desk. Right, probably that's the most obvious place I've got to check first.

Just when I was about to start walking again, I noticed a book with black cover was on the floor. The book-no, agenda-spilled some smaller papers.

Hmm? Is this that guy-who-loves-his-suit-too-much's agenda?

Now, should I pick it up or leave it on the floor? Perhaps if I was in a cartoon film, two characters-one's an angel, and one the other is a devil-would persuade me to do a good thing and the bad thing.

If you want me to be honest, I dislike this guy-who-loves-his-suit-too-much (okay, maybe I need to find another nickname that is shorter). Although I've got to admit he has quite a face, I still can see in just one glance that he is a narssistic super playboy with too much money to begin with.

Yeah, right. I'm judging a book by it's cover. But, usually my judgement always came out right in the end, so I'm pretty sure this one would have the same ending.

Sigh, in the end of the day, my conscience wins. I mouthed some curses and gripes about how much of a good hearted girl I am while I picked up the fallen agendas.

Even though I'm such a curious young woman, I still have some respect about other's privacy. So, I didn't even read a single word that is written on the agenda. Who knows, maybe I guessed wrong and it turns out it's his diary and not his working agenda.