A Genius Writer's Random Workplace 소설 & 이야기

As the company leader, I couldn't possibly set a bad example at work, so I chose to continue my work at home despite not liking it much. I concentrated, reading the documents attached to my desk and jotting down a few small notes, but then my mind was suddenly distracted, so my writing turned into sharp strokes. "Oh, no...." I blinked, realising that the scratches were on the book I had provided, not on the document I was working on, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

Saturdays and Sundays I worked full time in the tech department and they still expected me to copy write and sign papers everyday. “It's a test.” I cajoled myself into believing. “No it's a joke,” My mind replied. “A motherfucking Ethan joke.” I wasn't stupid. I'm one of the smartest in my families actually. I just didn't know if the CEO was planning to preharps kill the silent way with all these work. Clicking away on the laptop I was working on, I smiled despite the apparent pain. “Well mastermind Ethan, you just gave me all the more reason not to think about you.”

At this revelation, she had offered him a smile without really giving too much credit to her words. Judith liked to write at night at the back of the garden of Casa Bella accompanied by a flashlight diffusing a weak light. Inspiration came to her without her having to worry about it. It was so apparent to her that she could not ignore it. There was no cure for this furious urge to blacken the paper. Writing an article on women victims of bullying at work had earned her the title of the best freelance writer of the year within her editorial staff.

He immediately added, rolling his eyes. In return, Jake only gave him a deadpan look and sat on his seat once again. He couldn't deny that he needed somebody's presence to relax. Staring at the pile of folders in the table and crumpled pieces of paper on the floor would make him go mad. His work is heavy. And he thought being a writer would mean he'll just write, but a lot of things could happen along the way. Like a writer's block, like what's happening to him right now. He can't even think of one word to start his novel. Not even one word despite having million of words in the dictionary. Something just doesn't feel right. Literally no ideas. Zero. None. "What's with the boo boo face, baby

Lu Sheng couldn't take his thought process anymore; he went down to the wine cellar, downed three whole bottles and forced himself to sleep. The alarm woke him up from his dream as he looked around and realized that he dozed off in his office. Lu Sheng stared blankly at the ceiling for a while; a very strange thought was cooking up in his mind. Lu Sheng tried to avoid it and averted his gaze at his laptop; after clicking it open he started to draft and email sincerely; even though he tried to distract himself the 'idea' kept on coming back to his mind, making it impossible for him to dedicate himself to his work!

Alisa - Stryga Inc, her office Before entering my office, I stroll down a short hallway and pass my assistant’s desk. Official-looking diplomas and the like hang on the wall behind her. I catch a glimpse of F* reflected in one of them as she turns off her tablet and looks up at me. Does anyone even consider this company an actual workplace? Every employee is a glorified receptionist, and most of them dawdle their time away in front of their computers without doing any real work. When did I become the most diligent person around?

Because I have news for you little flower, you’re ours now and I’m never letting you out of my sight to be taken from us once we’re free. I roll my eyes so hard, I feel like I can see my brain. None of them are safe questions, not really. What if someone finds out we’re writing each other? Everything we write can be used against us… but I find myself lifting the pen to respond to things I haven’t thought about in days. I don’t answer them all, just the ones I think are important for mates to know. Like how I’m a work-aholic, and would be working until late into the evening because I didn’t have anyone to go home to. No one to miss me.

he said, dragging my name out like he was explaining something obvious to a stubborn child, “you’re refusing to come to work because… we won’t let you work?” “Exactly,” I shot back, jabbing a finger towards him. “You and Caelum put me in that freezing office like a decorative plant and practically bribe me with snacks. I haven’t touched a file. Haven’t answered a single email. I sat there for hours and the printer looked at me funnily. I have no purpose there.” Lucien leaned back in his chair, folding his arms, clearly enjoying this far too much. “You’re exaggerating.” “I am not. I have no purpose there,” I said flatly. “None. Zero. I could disappear under that desk and no one would notice.”

I admitted, "Yeah. A little." "Don't be. She's amazing and fair, and if she likes your work so far, you have nothing to worry about." "Great. I'll bear that in mind." I walked out of his office and headed toward mine, which was right next to his. The building was once a warehouse, so it was more of an open concept with some private spaces, which was why there were only four small offices with glass walls. Everyone else had a cubicle decorated in any way they wished. There were plants and mood boards everywhere. The whole space had a chaotic feel to it, but it felt stimulating, especially because of what we did.

“I completely lost track of time.” “Yeah, I suppose we should get out of here,” I said. “I need to try to be productive tomorrow.” “Are you busy with a magazine article?” Gabe asked. “Just working on some general writing. I’ve got to keep at it or else I get rusty,” I said, tripping slightly on my words as I realized that bringing up my line of work probably wasn’t the best idea. It was a vague but decent enough response. “But, it does need to be done.”