MEMORIES BRING BACK MEMORIES
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Be at the office by eight to my boss means thirty minutes earlier than that with her frappucino in hand. Even with having to make a line at the coffee shop and chasing traffic. I seriously need to get an internship where I don't lose more brain cells than planned in a day. I sometimes wonder why I had to go to school early and finish it quickly too.
With very few media houses it's kinda hard to get a job. Most journalists ever just get to being interns and then give up when they aren't hired. Some get out and start their own media houses which struggle to keep up with the domineering ones. Others venture into other careers completely ditching their journalism papers. I love this. I would never give it up if it kills me.
I don't know yet which category I'll fall in, when. But I love being a journalist and would like to be one for a long time. I hope the heavens smile on me at least. Just this once and I'll be forever grateful. In the meantime, try to keep my internship. I get paid at least!
"Anne, you are late by forty seven seconds. That is time you are never getting back .Where were you? Where is my frappucino? You know I can't function without that! Time won't stop for you. Try to chase it. Now chap chap go get ready the questions we will be asking the scientists. " Is the greeting I get. It's shorter today, maybe she likes me a little or is in a good mood.
Good morning to me! I rush to my desk to prepare the questions she will ask the scientists regarding their inventions. I really just looked it all up what people want to know about it from news papers and magazines and online too. I don't know much about scientific stuff and typing those words does make my head ache. It's like a language I don't understand but somehow have to work with. But seriously, it's a language I don't understand period! Cue the dramatic sigh.
A few minutes into it and she starts calling. Yelling my name like a crazy person. I'm like 90% she is actually a mental case.
"Are you done yet? We'll be leaving soon. Hurry up! " She orders impatiently.
And really likes to hang up before I say anything. Coming to think of it, we don't ever talk. Don't think she remembers my voice. She tells me things and I go do them. Maybe she swore to never hear my voice after first encounter. That's quite alright because I could never answer a million questions at once.
So I type a little faster and the keyboard being too noisy someone may think I'm playing a video game or something. But I don't care because I'll be damned when she calls again. And she could then won't let me hear the end of it. I sometimes wonder how I survive a day in here. I wonder a lot! Like I mentioned, I lose a lot of brain cells here than I plan . Okay, that sounds like I plan to lose brain cells.
Lucky for me, I finish everything and hand it to her before she called again. I could breathe at least, been holding it in too long. Honestly though, she must have been on this call she's on right now all this time. Good for me still. I won't be lectured about punctuality. Then ,I have to stand like some statue next to her desk waiting for her.
Someone give me a torch and a crown then the liberty woman got nothing on me or a ridiculously shiny suit and acting street statues will be put to shame. The woman is too deep in conversation with whomever, she keeps biting gently on the telephone chord . She is slouched in her seat swinging every which way. Her face pure love struck hopeless romantic. I didn't think she could fall for anyone. Or anyone fall for her, but what do I know!
I realize I might be here a while. And listen in on the conversation trying to look like I'm not. It's harder than it sounds and I have to hold back a snort or two. Then there is the cat purring every once in a while. Like I've said before a couple of times too , I lose more brain cells than intended and I'm not happy about it. This is actually traumatizing.
After years and years of pure torture, she slams the receiver on her desk and get up too quickly fixing her clothes. Fan girl mode completely switched off. She stares at me long and hard. I know what comes with that. I know she's assessing my appearance and I can't help squirm under her gaze. I've always been a self conscious girl. And she has always been one to point out your crooked collar. If she looks at me one more second, I'm going to run out to the bathroom to hide. Luckily she stops and looks contented . Phew! That was close.
"Are we going to stand in here forever? "
I motion for her to lead the way and she gladly does that. One good thing about this trip is that we get to ride in her SUV. One of the few, it's very fancy and expensive being new in the market. And also the driver opens the door for us. Something about doors open for you is quite appeasing to the soul.
Suddenly, a something flashes in my head. Something about a someone not being such a gentleman... Strange!
Why would I suddenly think about something like that and not even remembering a face or a name. So I push it away since it popped out of nowhere it should go back to nowhere.
"Aren't you excited? We are going to be the first ones reporting about this. We'll definitely be more popular. And just imagine me in a room with smart people asking them all the important questions. And their intelligent answers. This is so hot! "The woman is too excited she doesn't know what to do with it.
It's hot! Where?
"We're here. "The driver says suddenly.
Well, that was too fast. I was kinda still enjoying the feel of soft expensive leather. He stops the car at the gate for security check. I stare at the high walls surrounding the place and wonder if I could climb over all that. It's so high! But wait, climb? Did I just think about climbing the walls ? I'm getting weird and weirder as each day passes. But for some reason I can't stop staring at the walls.
And strangely feel a kind of a tug in my brain. As if I'm trying to hold on to something. As if I'm trying so hard not to forget something. Funny because I'll have to remember it first so that I don't forget it. Or isn't how that works?
I'm stressed out too much and it's messing with my brain. How do you have to remember something you don't know? It's my first time here physically but I've seen the place on some commercial at some point in life. I didn't think I was this attached. Because I almost feel like I've been here before.
'Maybe in another life '
I surprise myself by saying that. Another life? As in after life? I'm living in the after life? Over the years people have always spoken about the after life in a way to say it can't be business or life as usual. Things sound different for dead souls. And no way everyone in your life could be with you in the after life. So...
Maybe I'm in a coma then! I hope not cause I feel so alive. I will stop watching scary movies, they make me paranoid for days. That series about reincarnation messed my head pretty bad. The question I ask myself is why am I so gullible? It's just a movie and they are never real.
That wall though...
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