"Hello?" Pt. 1

April 12th 2016

Unedited!

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"How was your day?"

"It was good. How was yours?"

"No, no. We're talking about your day."

"And it was good."

"Just good?"

"Uneventful."

"And?"

"And, what?"

"I basically spilled my guts out about my day yesterday and all you're going to say is that your day was good?"

"But it was good."

"I'm trying to be supportive, here. Give me a little helping hand."

"Well, let's see... right, I did have a blip today."

"A blip?! Perfect, tell me about it and then I can help you!"

"I lost my biro."

"Your biro?"

"Yeah, my favourite pen went missing."

"Do you need me to comfort you? Shall I break out some motivational quotes for you?"

"No, it's ok. Evelyn came in, moved a letter and my pen was underneath."

"Hm."

"Hm?"

"Well, I wasn't all that helpful, that's all."

"You don't think you were helpful to me today?"

"Like you said, Evelyn found your biro for you, so no. I was not helpful."

"Ah, Sophie, Sophie, Sophie... how wrong you are."

"I'm very rarely wrong."

"But in this instance, you are."

"Ok, I'm listening. How am I wrong?"

"Each day, do you want to know why I get out of bed?"

"Why?"

"So I can talk to you at the end of the day. I get up, go to work, come home and talk to you. You are what motivates me throughout my day. If I procrastinate, I know that I'll have to stick around longer at the office and I won't be able to enjoy it when you call. Oh, and the fact that you made me get a dog. That was also very helpful."

"You mean all that?"

"It wasn't well said, but I meant it all."

"In that case, I'm glad I could be of help."

"Now, how was your day?"

"I think I must have said 'Fuck it' about a million time in my head, but I've figured out how I'm going to handle Kennedy."

"Yeah, how so?"

"I'm going to back someone else. You told me that if Kennedy submits her work late that I should bin it-"

"Did I say those exact words?"

"I'm paraphrasing. Anyway, I decided last night that you were right. If she was going to submit late, I'd throw it in the trash. Today, she waltzed into my office and made a show of handing over her article that I asked for yesterday-"

"What did you do?"

"In my defence, she practically threw it down on my keyboard. So I picked it up- only to move it out of my way- and maybe it ended up finding it's way into the bin."