Well, like all Mondays even today has been exhausting and weird. I can't really tell what is always wrong with the Mondays. Everyone is frustrated-though none will dare mention it- by their work. Well, I am not going to be like the rest, for the first time I admit am tired. Don't get me wrong, am just tired for today. I really like my job.
I have been trying to gather notes and going through the different manuscripts on my table, and with so much persistence, I have completed the last one. I think this last guy will make a good sports editor for our papers and magazines because he seems more informed about the sector than the others, and he also uses good witty in his writing. My job is hard as I have to pave way for some and in so doing, I block it for the others. Anyways, what choice do I have? I'm left with one task, checking the books submitted to my office by young aspiring writers, or should I say authors in the making.
Whatever to call these minds, I was like them at one time. It was hard as a junior writer to see it now to a successful author. Not forgetting being the Assistant Chief Editor of the largest publishing firm in the country. I'm not being narcissistic but I would feel guilty if I never admit that I feel proud of what I am today. And because of what I went through, I decided to dedicate my life and job to helping other people with the and dream of becoming successful writers to achieve that.
Just like all other businesses, my career comes with different challenges but all those give me strength to strive higher. And l I also learnt to help others get to where you want to be. I put the letters that I need to read and post back in my bag and close my office. Everyone seems to have left, I have just overworked myself today.
From the appearance of the sky, Mother Nature wants to send us a shower. I stand at the bus stop for an annoying five minutes wait. It's then that I regret procrastinating to have my car repaired. First thing on Wednesday, I will make arrangements for it to be repaired because I doubt I will manage with public transport. It's really hectic waiting for a bus or van. I look to my left and I spot two teenagers also on the wait for the bus. From the appearance of things, I guess they're dating; this reminds me of my current situation.
Luckily my phone rings, distracting me from the direction my thoughts were heading to. The caller ID is for Teddy, my Chief Editor, my boss.
" I am at the bus stop," I say, " is there an urgent need for me back there?" I reply when she asks if I am still at work.
" Am going to be there in a few," I painfully say looking at the blue bus arriving.
As I stroll back to the office, I wonder what makes Teddy call me back at the office at this time. She never tasks me past office time and as much as I hate going back, I gladly move towards the big building. Teddy is one kind of a boss everyone should work with. Particularly, people like me who don't want to pressurized at work would be very happy working with her. You know, nagging bosses exhaust.
Teddy has a very kind heart and is a good teacher. I have worked with her for the past five years and she has helped a lot to improve my field of work. She respects everyone regardless of their positions. Everyone respects her here at work and personally, I admire her. Like how has she managed to stay in her position for over a decade? I knock at her office.
" I am sorry for disrupting your evening, Carloy. "
This is one thing I have failed to understand about my boss. She's always polite even when there's no need. As I smile at her politeness, I wonder if I would have ever refused to come here. She's my boss and I wouldn't fail to come to see what she's calling me for.
I wonder what it is that she has to tell me. She speaks to me like am her equal. Though I have learnt to get used to her big humility during my two years of working at the company, sometimes I still find it weird. On many occasions I have asked her why she behaves that way and all she ever told me is that we need a friendly relationship in order to work together harmoniously. I don't intend to push things fast but am too anxious and my mouth fails me.
"I just received a call from Elsa Miles, and guess what?" Teddy let's the cat out of the bag, raising her brows. Impulsively I also raise my brows s many different voices rush in my head.
"Does she want to reveal another of her secrets to the world?" I ask stupidly.
"Seems like. She wants someone to write her biography and I suggested your name. I hope you like the offer."
"Of course," I say impulsively.
Which writer wouldn't be excited for such a chance to write the biography of one of the biggest people in the country. This is too kind of Teddy to pave such a golden opportunity for me. How much more will she make me feel much indebted to her?
" Thank you so much, Teddy," I say candidly.
" You deserve it because you're are very capable."
" You really never disrupted my evening," I say happily.
When I reach home, I switch on the television to watch the news but by the time the commercials start, I am certain I have not been following the news. My mind is all on Elsa Miles. Ever since I left office, I have been thinking about the enigmatic woman. Miss Miles has had or has livedto make and keep her life shadowed from the public . It's surprising how a famous person in this era, can keep their lives that too private. No wonder she was at once quoted as the driver of her life.
It is not until of recent that she took over all headlines when she revealed to the public that she was diagnosed with leukemia. And now she wants her biography written down. I will be the first person to know about the hidden lion the lady herself, Elsa Miles. I guess she wants people to know about it from herself. Many stories have been said about her but she has never come out to put light on such stories.
When I wake up in the morning, I realize that for the first time since last week, I had sleep without thinking about my failed relationship.
At work, I have have a long day as I anxiously wait for a message from miss Miles. Teddy has told me that Elsa Miles promised to send an email to me about her biography. I don't remember to have ever anxiously waited for something this bad. I don't want to even think that she might have changed her mind or at worst found a better person to help her with the biography.
As always, I get good lunch from the Rotad's. I deliver the articles to the printery , and when I return to my office, I check my blueberry and I find an email from Elsa Miles. I quickly open it and am too disappointed with how precise her email is. I wonder if I will be able to get information from her if she's this mean. My subconscious shouts at me that she's the one who wants to have biography penned. Indeed, am having my hopes up too high.
I show Teddy miss Email and unlike me, she's not surprised by how short it is. She just requested to have a lunchtime appointment with me at the Miles House. How unvealing her statement is. I guess she already knows that am excited for her offer.