The Adam Boy

CHAPTER 42 - TV HOLIDAYS

That weekend my stress was getting less. I realized that maybe I could be overreacting and being like that for bullshit. Had Benjamim Oliveira been upset with me? No! I'm sure not. He doesn't seem like a person who gets upset with others, especially because of that. No doubt she would find him on a bouncy Monday with his clipboard in the joyful arms of life. I hope that someone new on TV will enter so that he can fall in love and forget this episode.

At that end if week doesn't come out. I took advantage of that it was raining to study for the last week of exams. At night, in my bed and with my notebook on my lap, I heard a vignette of a program beginning: it was ours, with the Twilight theme. I left the computer by the side so I could watch, this time as a viewer, how that program had stayed, with that abominable subject.

He watched carefully. It hadn't even gotten bad in technical terms. Mari performed very well, the guest and specialist also spoke very well. All that irritated me were the excited twilight fans talking about that story with a sparkle in their eyes.

I hope I'm not home next Saturday to see the second half. I thought.

Sunday continued to rain. Now imagine what the city of Burma was like on a weekend and still raining. Sad, isn't it?

Television remained my biggest company at home. In addition to working on it, it was still the only thing that held me back for so long.

On Monday, after updating the website, I went on TV; we were already in the mood to go on vacation. But that climate was broken by the overwork Norman imposed on us; we had to watch dozens and dozens of programs that would be part of the vacation schedule. The islands were full and there were interns already booking TV's and tapes to see if it was all over by Friday. Our publisher was not going to take a vacation like us, the interns, but she received a sum of 63 programs to be edited by the weekend. Like the others, Norman had passed me the programs that were to be watched. So far I thought it would be difficult, but not impossible. Only then, in one of her attacks, did she ask me for a job that was the conclusion to know she was crazy: she asked me to put all 63 programs that the publisher was editing on the website. However, the publisher said that maybe it would only end on Friday. So how Norman thought I was going to do that I didn't know, and this problem, I'm sure, was the last one she wanted to know. As I was going to do, or whether it was or not, I'm sure it wouldn't be a complaint that she would like to hear.

I was desperate and worried. Was that order goodbye to my vacation? Would all the interns enjoy their rest off that TV and away from Norman, except for me, who wouldn't be able to finish my job by the set deadline?

I went to talk to the other guy who ran the TV site, and when I mentioned Norman's idea he just laughed. He also knew that this was a crazy idea and that it would be impossible to do what she asked.

"She doesn't want to know if it's impossible," I said. - She wants me to do it.

"But Adam," he replied, "you can't do anything you can't do, period." If Norman is already crazy, that's no longer our problem. We are being paid to do our job, not miracles. Leave it to God.

It was not that answer I wanted to hear. Norman would never understand if I said that.

- Whaaaat?

- How can I noooot do it?

- Whyyyy?

- Have you triiiied?

- I don't want to knowwww whether or not. I want youuuu to do it!

Those would be your answers, I'm sure.

I took two tapes of programs that were to be watched and went to the editing island where Alex is. There I watched the programs but with my head on the TV website.