Captain Fish

These few weeks have been busy. The sea looks great so far. I keep counting down to the debut date. I had my own work picked out. If I was leaving, it would have to be my best.

Mosh and I have betting close.  He’s cute and a sweet boy. I haven’t asked him out yet. I will, though. I want to.

I happily sighed.

I can’t remember when I was this happy. It’s just… wow! But I have to focus. There’s a project to finish.

If we can stay on track.

Today, how do I put this? Hectic. Let me start from the beginning.

I got a call around six in the morning. I grumbled as I felt around for my phone.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Noiz, are you up yet?” a man asked on the other line.

“What?” I asked. “Who is this?”

“Damon,” the man said.

I made a strange face. “What? Damon?” I don’t remember what he said. I wanted to go back to sleep. In fact, I dozed off on the phone.

Around eight, my phone again.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Where are you?” Damon asked. “We need help today. We’re understaffed.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Didn’t I tell you on the phone?”

My face had a confused look. “No…”

“I called you hours earlier. Don’t you remember?”

“No…” But then, I froze. “Wait… That was you?”

“Yes,” Damon said. “Please get down here. We’re drowning in work.” I pushed my bangs from my forehead.

“Alright,” I said. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Thank you,” Damon said. I sighed as I hung up.

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Alright, Thomas Crown was busy. I’m not here on the weekends usually. It felt weird to be here. I should be at home. Still, I was called out here. Might as well get this over with.

I walked into the building. Damon greeted me at the door.

“Oh thank you!” he said. “I’m so glad you’re here. Three of our full-time writers couldn’t make it today.”

“What happened? How bad is it?” I asked.

“Really bad,” Damon said. “Come and see.” He took me by the arm and dragged me inside.

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Everyone was buried in their work. I had to walk around editing and answering questions. My feet were sore halfway through the day. My back started to hurt too. Still, I did work. Damon was on deck too.

I didn’t think I’d get my own work done today. So many questions. So many typos. My poor empty stomach started to ache.

“Are you okay?” Damon asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Just a little hungry.” He patted me on the shoulder.

“Go and take a break,” he said. I raised my eyebrow.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Go take a break,” Damon repeated. I dropped my shoulders.

“Alright,” I said. I headed out for lunch. The rest of the work day was so busy. I didn’t get home until eight. When I didn’t get home, I passed out on my bed. I didn’t even get up until 11:46 the next day.