What, Why and When

I sat down in my office and just stared at my computer until Jane, my boss’s assistant asked me to meet him at his office. I sighed, take a sipped of my coffee and walked over to his office. I knocked the door and he said “come in Mr. Bass, I need to speak to you “I stepped in and he asked me to sit down.  We just stared at each other, then he whispered “you’re fired”  

“WHAT?!” I yelled in shocked.

“You heard me”

“b-but, I didn’t do anything, and I’ve been working here for 3 years!”

“I know, but this guy name John, he’s amazing! But, the problem is we don’t have a spot for him. In order to do that, you’re fired and he’s going to replace you”

“But why me?” I mumbled.

“I don’t know, I just hate your cheap tie. You may go now “as he reached for his papers.

“But—“I murmured.

“Mr. Bass, leave”

I took a deep breath, stood up, left his office and slammed his door. I was just furious.

I grabbed my stuff and leave.  I called my sister and told her that I got fired.  She went over to my apartment and suggested some job. I sighed loudly. She said “What do you want to do, then? Just stay at home?”

“I don’t know, I want to try something different” As I bend over to look what is in the fridge.

She glanced over her magazine “How about a writer in a magazine? I mean, you’re a writer “

I stood up and said “I used to, but I know I’m terrible at it now “

“I went to W magazine website yesterday and they really need a writer, you should do it, I know the talent is still in you ”

She convinced me to apply for this job. I guess, this is the only way for her to shut up.

I walked over to the reception and asked her for direction to Miss Amanda wood’s office. She guided me to her office and as I walked in, she seems very busy.  She was on her phone talking about some dresses. Then, she walked out.  I just watched her walked out of the room. Did she ignore me? Or she doesn’t have the time to talk to me?

I put my papers on her table then suddenly, the phone rang.  Should I just leave it ringing? I don’t really know what to do. So, I just picked up the phone. Then, this lady was talking about how Brad Pitt cannot attend the photo shoot. I was really confused then she asked “Why are you not mad at me?”

“Uh, because this is not her, this is her assistant” I mumbled.

Then, she walked in. “What are you doing?!” She yelled.

“I-I was—“I stuttered.

“Why are you in my office?” as she grabbed the phone from hand.

“I am here for my job? And my papers is already on your table, if you don’t mind reading it, I—“

She rolled her eyes, “Shut up and leave”

-------------------------Amanda------------------------------------

Another busy day at work.  Phone kept ringing non-stop, problems are everywhere. It was just chaos.  On top of that, Mr. Ford, who is my boss, kept nagging me to have Brad Pitt on the cover.  Then, Lily send me a pile of papers “This is the papers that you have to read”

“What?!”

“Yes, this is the people who applied for the job as a writer and you have to read all of it by tomorrow”

Then, Raina called me saying that the dresses we’re not arrive yet. I was so furious. Then, out of nowhere, this man walked in and just stared at me. What did he want? I felt awkward seeing him just standing there and watched me screaming on the phone. So, I just walked out.

Lily, she told me that there was a man who wanted to see me. I looked over to my office and saw him answering the phone on my table. I mumbled “what the hell “

I walked over to my office and screamed “What are you doing?!” and he stood there and starts to stuttered.  I don’t have time for this. I asked him what he was doing here. He told me he was applying for a job. I was about to tell him that he was late and we’re not accepting people applying anymore. But somehow, he kept talking.  I was just too busy and told him to shut up and leave.

I sighed and glimpsed over the papers. 30 papers to read in just less than a day.  Honestly, I was just too lazy to read all of it, so I randomly picked someone and read their paper. I was quite impressed, without any more thinking, I called him up and it leads to his voicemail “Hello, um, Nathaniel Bass, I’m Amanda Wood from the W magazine. Congratulations, you got the job. Be here at 7 tomorrow and don’t be late “