02-23-2007, 08:22 PM
Im on there and here..
The alarm rang. Bill woke up, tired. He sometimes hated this clock. It was Monday and yesterday he had been up quite late. He went up from bed and turned the alarm off. His flat was relatively small but enough for his needs. After having dressed and eaten his eggs and musli he went out on the street.
He was in a rush as usual. He was jogging through the crowd in center of the New York city, he had to catch the bus. He almost run over an old lady crossing his way and he apologized. The bus was then two minutes late and he stepped on. His boss would not be pleased of having him late again. He might loose his job. As an editor on Time he was pretty well paid.
While on the bus he took up his additional sandwich which he had kept in the pocket of his jacket and ate it. He estimated the time and he would just make it.
The bus stopped and Bill took off half running. It was only a couple of 100 meters to the Time production building. He entered the port code and went in, went up the stairs and entered in.
The nice secretary was sitting on her desk and said “Hi, Bill”. Bill responded and went through the corridor to his office. He had several articles to edit and he was behind deadline.
Always this stress, Bill thought, while he opened up the new e-mails. He had received another five jobs to edit and all for this week.
It was a busy morning and would be an even busier afternoon. He had been eating lunch at the cafeteria on the corner of the same street together with Julia, the nice secretary, and she had asked him, “what about eating on the ‘Jack and Jones’ at five a clock”?
Bill was now considering it, Julia was nice but he was not sure if she was in his taste. He had told her that he would think it over.
He found himself again daydreaming. Ok, now it is production time, he had to finish this other four articles for printing tonight.
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