Ruckus and mess
Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 12:40 pm
10 Dentis 2718
Morning
Cecelia dodged the morning crowd expertly as she made through what passed for the streets in the Stacks. When she did bump into people, she apologized and moved on before most of them could really register her presence.
It was her first day on her new job and it wouldn't do for her to be late.
Cecelia had spent her months with Sednai looking for a secretary job, being turned away from each one for various reasons and, sometimes, for no apparent reason at all. After exhausting all her options, she decided to look at Galdor-run businesses. She was extremely wary about working for the Galdori, but she needed to be bringing in more money if she wanted to keep her and Sednai afloat. Galiya was growing like a weed and desperately needed a new set of clothes and Cecelia refused to impose on Sednai by asking for a loan to get her daughter some clothes. She had already imposed enough. If Cecelia's calculations were right, the extra from the first pay period with this job would at least buy Galiya a new nightdress.
The building for the newspaper was nondescript enough that Cecelia passed by it on the first attempt. After she had turned around and found the place, she stopped across the street, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She checked her head scarf and opened her eyes. Okay, Cecelia. Time to shine, she told herself before putting on her best smile and walking into the building.
What she walked into was pure chaos. The first floor was one big room, with various desks scattered about. There were about a dozen desks, smashed into the room with barely enough room between them to walk, and the people that used them were yelling across the office to each other.
"Can someone tell me when my clocking article's going to be back from editing? It's supposed to be in tonight's edition and that's heading to the typesetters in an hour," one of the what Cecelia assumed were reporters yelled.
"How're we supposed to know?" another yelled back. "Haul your erse down and check for it like the rest of us."
Cecelia just stood by the door, her smile fading and her eyes widening as she watched the chaos for a moment. Then she decided to step in. She coughed politely. "Excuse me," she started.
When nobody responded, she coughed louder and spoke up, trying to be heard over the din. "Excuse me!" her usually quiet voice coming out in an inadvertent yell. "I'm Cecelia Driscoll, your new secretary. If you'll tell me who you are and where the editing department is, I would happily go check on your article, sir!"
The room fell silent. Then it hit her. She, a human, had just yelled at a group of gollies.
If she was lucky, they wouldn't call for the Seventen.
So much for this job, she thought with dread. I suppose I can take some off of my cloak and make Galiya a nightgown.
It was her first day on her new job and it wouldn't do for her to be late.
Cecelia had spent her months with Sednai looking for a secretary job, being turned away from each one for various reasons and, sometimes, for no apparent reason at all. After exhausting all her options, she decided to look at Galdor-run businesses. She was extremely wary about working for the Galdori, but she needed to be bringing in more money if she wanted to keep her and Sednai afloat. Galiya was growing like a weed and desperately needed a new set of clothes and Cecelia refused to impose on Sednai by asking for a loan to get her daughter some clothes. She had already imposed enough. If Cecelia's calculations were right, the extra from the first pay period with this job would at least buy Galiya a new nightdress.
The building for the newspaper was nondescript enough that Cecelia passed by it on the first attempt. After she had turned around and found the place, she stopped across the street, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She checked her head scarf and opened her eyes. Okay, Cecelia. Time to shine, she told herself before putting on her best smile and walking into the building.
What she walked into was pure chaos. The first floor was one big room, with various desks scattered about. There were about a dozen desks, smashed into the room with barely enough room between them to walk, and the people that used them were yelling across the office to each other.
"Can someone tell me when my clocking article's going to be back from editing? It's supposed to be in tonight's edition and that's heading to the typesetters in an hour," one of the what Cecelia assumed were reporters yelled.
"How're we supposed to know?" another yelled back. "Haul your erse down and check for it like the rest of us."
Cecelia just stood by the door, her smile fading and her eyes widening as she watched the chaos for a moment. Then she decided to step in. She coughed politely. "Excuse me," she started.
When nobody responded, she coughed louder and spoke up, trying to be heard over the din. "Excuse me!" her usually quiet voice coming out in an inadvertent yell. "I'm Cecelia Driscoll, your new secretary. If you'll tell me who you are and where the editing department is, I would happily go check on your article, sir!"
The room fell silent. Then it hit her. She, a human, had just yelled at a group of gollies.
If she was lucky, they wouldn't call for the Seventen.
So much for this job, she thought with dread. I suppose I can take some off of my cloak and make Galiya a nightgown.