Get up, take a shower, get dressed, make some coffee, drink it, and then go to work. I am a 27 year old woman and some would describe me as bitter, boring, hard -working, and lonely. I'm very much a reader and all I do is smoke my cigarettes and have a whiskey after work each day. Life isn't really interesting, the last time I went out is when I was 18 years old.
I know what people say about me, but I learn to live with it. My mom keeps hoping I get married soon, but she's wasting her time. I have plenty of time to find someone and get married. My sister is getting married next month and I know my parents are looking at me like when will it be my turn. Even though she's 21 and barely out of college, but I'm not judging.
My phone rings and I see it's my mother.
"Hello mother." I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. I walked to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My black hair was in a messy bun and my brown caramel skin glowed after the facial yesterday.
"Hello Nicole. How are you this morning?" I turned on the faucet and washed my face. I dried my face off with the towel.
"Fine mother, i'm getting ready for work, so not to be disrespectful can we get to the point of you calling." I heard her sigh and I rolled my eyes again and waited patiently for her to finish and speak.
"Will you be free this weekend?" this time it was my turn to sigh and I did. I've told her every weekend that i'm free I have no social life.
"Yes, I told you that plenty of times." what does this woman want? I need to get ready.
"Listen Nicole, you really don't have to be disrespectful. Anyway, we need to go shopping with your sister for wedding decor." Of course this phone call was about my sister. I haven't had a real conversation with my mother that wasn't about my sister since my sister started high school and she was more together. My sister still has her virginity while I lost mine at 16 years old. I used to be wild, but not anymore.
"Mmmkay mother bye." She tried to say something else, but I hung up anyway. I got in the shower and washed up. I grabbed the body towel after I was done with the shower. I dried off in the shower and stepped out. I went to my room and in to my closet. I picked out a creme pants, white button down and my creme blazer. I went to my dresser and took down my hair that stopped under my shoulder blade. I took my curling iron and curled it a little. I walked out of my room and went and brushed my teeth. After that I went to the kitchen and made myself some coffee and drunk it.
I put my empty coffee mug into the sink grabbed my car keys and walked out of my ranch style house. I went to my black ford fusion got in and began to drive. I hate driving in Atlanta I just can't deal. As I'm driving I realize I'm ending up right in traffic.
"NO NO NO NO! UGH!" I hit the steering wheel and dig in my purse for a cigarette. I take one out and light it. I slid down my window a little to let the smoke out. I lean back in my seat as I wait.
After what seems like forever the cars begin to move and I'm able to drive freely again. I finally get to my work building and I park in the parking lot. I walk into the building and to the elevator. I already hear the whispers of everyone around me. They're speaking of me I already know.
It finally gets to my floor and I step out and into the lobby. I'm an assistant for Mr. Foster who is an advertising account executive.
"Miss. Banks." I smirk at the brunette, tan skinned women who passed by me. She's also an assisstant. I hate her if you want me to be blunt and she hates me. I guess because she was no longer the eye candy in a world full of men. I don't know I've never really payed attention to the stares of any of them.
"Mrs. Saunder." Oh and I forgot she's married. She's around 30 I believe and got married last year. I heard some rumors from the men when I was just ear hustling that she couldn't get pregnant and that she has been trying for months. That's not my business though.
I get to my desk and see a list of orders from Mr. Foster already. Jesus Christ I just got here. I hurry up and go to the break room and begin making his coffee. After I finish his coffee, I go back to my desk finish making appointments. I knock on his door and wait for his answer.
"Come in." I walk in to face the beautiful 33 year old green eyed man. His jawline could cut me, he dressed in a suit, he always kept his hair slick back. I believe his hair is black. The only thing is, he has a wife and a three year old daughter. Oh well though I get to look at him everyday and that's enough for me.
I put his coffee on his desk and I begin to walk out his door.
"Miss. Banks, Hardley should be coming soon so just send him in." I nodd my head and close his door and go back to my desk. Yes, this is what I do for a living. Sometimes help with different accounts, but mostly typing and getting coffee, taking phone calls, and just keep everything organized for Mr. Foster.
I'm actually happy because I'm a lazy bum and like staying on my ass alot of the time. I also like assisting jobs because it gives me time to out smart a lot of people who do their job for a living while I only come in to help for ten minutes.
