A Genius Writer's Random Workplace Novels & Stories

I said, offering my hand, my pen still stuck between my two fingers. “ Really. I am Sandra.” She had the cutest freckles I had ever seen. “And I am Gwen. How has your week been?” “Amazing at first but the work load soon destructed me from everything. I am drowning. What about you guys? How has it been?” I fully turned. It was the most genuine and friendly conversation I had in that building. “I have been in a daze.” Gwen spat back. “And it just gets better and better. I never knew companies offered such great working environment. My desk and chair, so good. The stationary.” Sandra leaned forward, voice lowered “ I goggled the pens, over a hundred dollars, just the pen.”

I reasoned. "Ok, fine," Melissa agreed and moved her swivel chair towards the opposite of her monitor. I have tried several times to concentrate on working but I don't know why my brain doesn't seem to be working to think of something to write. My mind was occupied when Zandy and I argued and his serious face seemed to be serious about what he said. I closed my eyes tightly and looked up for a moment. I don't know the next word to write. I just grimaced and my shoulders drooped like a wilted vegetable. Just when I was about to face and kick again, suddenly someone called my name and I immediately faced it.

It gave me those sad puppy eyes like, “Hey, don’t forget meeeee...” Fast forward to April 2nd, the day of destiny when I finally dusted off this bad boy and said, “Okay, let’s get weird.” Suddenly, words started flying faster than Juan’s bullets. I was writing like my laptop was on fire, smashing out thousands of words daily, fueled by caffeine, stubbornness, and maybe a little bit of madness. By May? Boom. Over 100,000 words of delicious, messy, mafia madness. (Shakes booty happily).

Theo was once again back in his office, doing absolutely... Nothing Back where I seem to belong nowadays which is the office, don’t be surprised girls. Just looking at magazines can be a really interesting job I tell ya, It’s not like my Job’s got nothing to it, I’m just so creative that I tend to be lazy a times. Come to think of it, have you ever noticed that creative and intelligent people tend to be really lazy? They’d just lie tummy flat on the couch and watch Anime all day, and yeah anime is still a thing in this era, like how could it not be? Although Hentai is what groomed us all LOL, don’t do it if you don’t want to.

I pointed at myself, hesitant. “Yes, you! You’re the most creative person I know. Just go for it—the prize money alone is worth the effort!” “Aren't you joining?” I asked. “No way! My brain doesn't work that way. I’m strictly a ‘follow the job desk’ kind of girl. My mind just blanks out when it comes to writing proposals,” she explained with a lopsided grin before turning back to her laptop.

“I doubt you cross-checked it before she sent it.” From the corner of my eyes, I shot Phebe a sharp look. After talking about being a genius and the rest, that was the best she could do. When she was editing my work, I thought her inspiration was from a random work she had seen on the internet. lesson of today: never trust anyone who calls themselves a genius. I bowed my head. “I’m sorry, sir. I wouldn’t let this repeat itself again.”

Chapter 39 SELINA POV I was seated in my cubicle working as the office cackled with life around me. The phones rang off their hook, colleagues on the phones trying to convince the wealthy to contribute to a cause they care nothing about and the occasional swearing at the ancient coffee maker. I had cleared a large pile of work but I still had a a mountain of work to go through. Nothing like an accident to leave you with a Everest-sque backlog of work to do.

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

Without hearing what he was saying, he did look a bit crazy. “I’m not so sure about him. He is a postal worker, after all,” She grinned. “And you’re a lawyer. I believe there’s a joke in there someplace,” Bob laughed deeply. “Ex-lawyer, remember. Fortunately, I haven’t heard any jokes about authors. Yet,” “How’s this? A mailman, an author and a lawyer walk into a bar,” Bob wrote the line on a napkin and handed it to her. “Here ya go. You’re the writer, finish it,”

"I've seen you work in conference rooms and coffee shops, but never in your natural habitat." Emma smiled, picturing her cluttered desk and the corner of her apartment where she did her best thinking. "It's nothing fancy. Just a desk by the window where I can see the neighborhood. I have a bulletin board covered with quotes about writing and courage, and a coffee mug collection that's gotten completely out of control." "I'd love to see it sometime," Jake said, his voice carrying undertones that made Emma's pulse quicken. "Would you like to see it tonight?" Emma asked, the question coming out more breathily than she'd intended.