Love Is As Easy As 1...2...3...

Chapter 1: Step 1

CHAPTER 1

STEP 1:

"Are you telling me you CAN'T do this assignment, or you WON'T do it?" The head editor, Jess, said to me and he looked as of he was ready to pounce on any opportunity to fire my ass on the spot. He was sweating, as usual, and he never wore enough deodorant so you could probably smell his stank from a mile away. This time he wanted to move me to a new office, something that I would normally jump on and ride it for as far as I could, but this time was different. This time he wanted to move me permanently and he had gotten permission for this by telling the chief that this was an amazing break for me. That by sending me to OREGON, of all of the god-forsaken places to send me in the US, that I would be able to release my full potential or some BS like that. So, now Jess has created a loose-loose situation for me and a win-win situation for himself. Either I loose my job or move to Oregon where who knows what kind of boring ass people live, either way I loose. Then, for him, either I get fired by him or I am sent away forever and ever to never return. A total win for him. That little rat bastard.

I gritted my teeth and said something that I would probably live to regret.

"Of course not, I would LOVE to go to Oregon and do god knows what but-"

"Then its settled. You leave in a week." He said with a sneer and directed me to exit his cubical of an office. I walked out and when he wasn't looking I flipped him off, making sure to put in some other non-healthy working relationship gestures as I walked away.

I ended up packing all of my things by the end of the day. It was rather simple actually because I dont have any pictures in my cube, or important things that are actually worth anything. The only thing that I had under lock and key was my journal where I kept some of my more personal stories and ideas about anything and everything since highschool. The journal was more so a binder but it was still the most important thing I owned.

I said goodbye to my little cubical and out-dated company laptop and made my way home to my apartment. I guess I was going to have to tell my landlord I was moving out...

I lived in the heart of New York and I grew up in Staton Island practically by myself. I've lived almost everywhere in this city; The Broyx, Manhattan, Queens, Hoboken. Pretty much everywhere. AndI was a die hard New Yorker. I loved this city and I didn't want to leave but my dream is to be head editor and cheif and I knew that it wasn't going to happen here. Maybe my luck will turn around and I will actually like Oregon. You never know right?