Candira
Singularity
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Cora was not having a great day. First, she'd spilled coffee on her sweater and had to change, then her car had some troubles starting and she was running late for work. When she got to work, and got settled in, she found that her computer had somehow gotten a virus and erased a large chunk of her work. Work which had a deadline of TODAY. Though her work was backed up, it was an earlier draft and she'd had to do what had taken her three days of research in about two hours.
Sighing, she realized that in her rush to change, she'd left her lunch at home, and at lunch, she was forced to deal with a bitchy secretary who was under the impression that Cora was having an affair with the department head. Of course, no matter how much she denied the rumor, it continued to spread and gain detail, and apparently, credibility. If there were a day for Murphy's law to be in effect, it certainly had to be today. The only thing she was missing was her house burning down, and she didn't even want to think of that.
The sad part of all of this, was that Cora was great at her job--she was a fact checker for a major paper--one of the best! The rumor that she was sleeping with the department head, however, made her success seem hollow and false. On top of all the other stress of the day, she was ready to cry by noon. She grabbed her purse and headed out to get her lunch from a nearby cafe--hoping some comfort food would lift her spirits. She was waiting at the crosswalk for the light to change when she was shoved from behind into the turning lane, where a car was currently speeding toward her. The driver slammed on his breaks, leaning on the horn as she tried desperately to regain her balance and get out of the way, but it was hard to get back to the curb, and crossing the street would have been suicide at this point.
Sighing, she realized that in her rush to change, she'd left her lunch at home, and at lunch, she was forced to deal with a bitchy secretary who was under the impression that Cora was having an affair with the department head. Of course, no matter how much she denied the rumor, it continued to spread and gain detail, and apparently, credibility. If there were a day for Murphy's law to be in effect, it certainly had to be today. The only thing she was missing was her house burning down, and she didn't even want to think of that.
The sad part of all of this, was that Cora was great at her job--she was a fact checker for a major paper--one of the best! The rumor that she was sleeping with the department head, however, made her success seem hollow and false. On top of all the other stress of the day, she was ready to cry by noon. She grabbed her purse and headed out to get her lunch from a nearby cafe--hoping some comfort food would lift her spirits. She was waiting at the crosswalk for the light to change when she was shoved from behind into the turning lane, where a car was currently speeding toward her. The driver slammed on his breaks, leaning on the horn as she tried desperately to regain her balance and get out of the way, but it was hard to get back to the curb, and crossing the street would have been suicide at this point.