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nanowrimo_ljThis is a scene I'm working on...really funny, this has actually happened to me, which is probably why I found it so funny.
“What do you mean; he’s out of the office? I called five minutes ago, and he was in a meeting, and now you’re telling me he walked out and you didn’t tell him he had a message or urgent call or anything?” Alex was pissed. “Look, what’s your name again?”
“Tammy,” the secretary replied.
“Tammy. Lovely. Look, I have a deadline. I am a journalist. I don’t have all day to sit around like people at the New York Times or the USA Today and wait for him to call back. In addition to writing stories, I have to go to class, which begins in fifteen minutes. I have to finish this story before I leave for class, which I need to leave in approximately ten minutes.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was so urgent,” the secretary replied sarcastically.
“Don’t get sarcastic with me or I’ll make you talk to my editor, who is in a really good mood right now because my story is over an hour late.”
“Hey, if you weren’t slacking on your job and did your work in advance, you wouldn’t have missed your deadline. Don’t get on my ass because you’re having problems doing your job.”
“I’ve been trying to track this guy down for a week. I have left about twenty messages, asking him to call me at ANY convenience. I have probably left about fifteen of those messages with you, so I’m going to put some of the blame on your shoulders.”
“I don’t have to take this,” she replied snarkily.
“Look, I don’t care what you do, just give me a time that I can reach him, or a cell phone number, or I will come after my class to your office and track him down myself. And I really don’t want to do the latter.”
The secretary sighed and gave Alex her source’s cell phone number.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Alex said sweetly, returning the phone to its counterpart. “Remind me never to do that again,” she said to Sam.
“What do you mean; he’s out of the office? I called five minutes ago, and he was in a meeting, and now you’re telling me he walked out and you didn’t tell him he had a message or urgent call or anything?” Alex was pissed. “Look, what’s your name again?”
“Tammy,” the secretary replied.
“Tammy. Lovely. Look, I have a deadline. I am a journalist. I don’t have all day to sit around like people at the New York Times or the USA Today and wait for him to call back. In addition to writing stories, I have to go to class, which begins in fifteen minutes. I have to finish this story before I leave for class, which I need to leave in approximately ten minutes.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was so urgent,” the secretary replied sarcastically.
“Don’t get sarcastic with me or I’ll make you talk to my editor, who is in a really good mood right now because my story is over an hour late.”
“Hey, if you weren’t slacking on your job and did your work in advance, you wouldn’t have missed your deadline. Don’t get on my ass because you’re having problems doing your job.”
“I’ve been trying to track this guy down for a week. I have left about twenty messages, asking him to call me at ANY convenience. I have probably left about fifteen of those messages with you, so I’m going to put some of the blame on your shoulders.”
“I don’t have to take this,” she replied snarkily.
“Look, I don’t care what you do, just give me a time that I can reach him, or a cell phone number, or I will come after my class to your office and track him down myself. And I really don’t want to do the latter.”
The secretary sighed and gave Alex her source’s cell phone number.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Alex said sweetly, returning the phone to its counterpart. “Remind me never to do that again,” she said to Sam.
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