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document on my desk. Her note read, “Looks good. Make corrections to file and print me a copy.”
By the time I was done it was almost 6pm. Janet thanked me and told me I could go. I had made over $200! I used to have to make it through 3 nights at Ben’s to make that much. I walked out of that beautiful office building onto Madison Avenue, with the sound of the evening traffic as music, feeling like I’d conquered the world.
In the fading sun, I was surrounded by the biggest buildings I’d ever seen. The trippy part is, they went on for miles up and down the island of Manhattan. I felt like I was off-planet. I felt like I had walked into a different life.
Back in Brooklyn, I had the whole brownstone to myself. I called Tara to tell her I was a temp just like her sister had been. I called Mom, past her bedtime, and left her a message to tell her I would have the bills and rent covered.
By the time I had made myself some pasta, cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, and had a bowl of ice cream, I brushed my teeth and passed out in Stevie’s bed. He had left me a note that read, “Don’t know when we’ll be home. Love, S.”
At dawn, they weren’t home. I went through my same ritual. I only had one nice blouse. I had washed it out in the sink the night before. I took a long, steamy shower with it hanging in the bathroom and it looked fine. I was on the F train by 7:30. Before I got to A+ Employment, they text me and said, “Please report to DDB by 9am.” I was a woman of the world.
I went on in and worked for Janet another 9 hours that flew by. Another $225, I’d made more money in 2 days doing something I liked than I made in week of graveyard shifts at my old job. Janet joked around, encouraged me, and seemed to genuinely take an interest in me.
Stevie called me around 3pm, he had just got up. “It’s going great, April,” he said about their recording sessions. Mercury 7 had plenty of original songs to choose from. Stevie had been writing songs since he was 15, and the band had been tightening up about 20 of them over the past 2 years. “Everybody is ecstatic over the progress.”
“Where are you?” he asked me.
“I’m at work.”
“What?”
“I got a job on Madison Avenue.”
“Ha, ha,” Stevie said.
“I really did. You made me into a new woman, Stevie.” I suddenly got choked up. “Really, I’m not joking. You saved my life. No matter what happens between us, you saved my life.”
“April, I…”
“My boss is coming,” I cut him off. “I’ve got to go. You just focus on your art and don’t worry about me. Love you.”
“Love you, too.
13
“April, you alright, Dear.” It was Janet standing beside my cubicle trying to get my attention.
“Oh, sorry, Janet.” I just got some really good news. Here are those latest revisions you asked for, and I’m gonna start on the VM account right now.”
“Great,” Janet smiled. “I’m going to ask personnel to have you become my permanent temp if that’s alright with you.
“Permanent temp,” I laughed. Janet laughed, too.
“They probably won’t do a permanent hire into this position for at least a few months, so for the time being, you can be my permanent temporary if you’re up for it.”
“That’s terrific. Thank you.”
What a day. I was in orbit. Not sure about which planet I was going around though.
I was about to crash back down to our world.
I decided that needed to see Stevie.
The office building I was working in is only a couple of miles from the recording studio in the East Village, but what a difference a couple of miles can make in New York. After I got out of work, I caught the subway heading downtown with men in suits and women in business attire; I got off on Houston Street and soon I was the only person with those kind of clothes on.
Take a breath, April.
I still had on my dark blue
By the time I was done it was almost 6pm. Janet thanked me and told me I could go. I had made over $200! I used to have to make it through 3 nights at Ben’s to make that much. I walked out of that beautiful office building onto Madison Avenue, with the sound of the evening traffic as music, feeling like I’d conquered the world.
In the fading sun, I was surrounded by the biggest buildings I’d ever seen. The trippy part is, they went on for miles up and down the island of Manhattan. I felt like I was off-planet. I felt like I had walked into a different life.
Back in Brooklyn, I had the whole brownstone to myself. I called Tara to tell her I was a temp just like her sister had been. I called Mom, past her bedtime, and left her a message to tell her I would have the bills and rent covered.
By the time I had made myself some pasta, cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, and had a bowl of ice cream, I brushed my teeth and passed out in Stevie’s bed. He had left me a note that read, “Don’t know when we’ll be home. Love, S.”
At dawn, they weren’t home. I went through my same ritual. I only had one nice blouse. I had washed it out in the sink the night before. I took a long, steamy shower with it hanging in the bathroom and it looked fine. I was on the F train by 7:30. Before I got to A+ Employment, they text me and said, “Please report to DDB by 9am.” I was a woman of the world.
I went on in and worked for Janet another 9 hours that flew by. Another $225, I’d made more money in 2 days doing something I liked than I made in week of graveyard shifts at my old job. Janet joked around, encouraged me, and seemed to genuinely take an interest in me.
Stevie called me around 3pm, he had just got up. “It’s going great, April,” he said about their recording sessions. Mercury 7 had plenty of original songs to choose from. Stevie had been writing songs since he was 15, and the band had been tightening up about 20 of them over the past 2 years. “Everybody is ecstatic over the progress.”
“Where are you?” he asked me.
“I’m at work.”
“What?”
“I got a job on Madison Avenue.”
“Ha, ha,” Stevie said.
“I really did. You made me into a new woman, Stevie.” I suddenly got choked up. “Really, I’m not joking. You saved my life. No matter what happens between us, you saved my life.”
“April, I…”
“My boss is coming,” I cut him off. “I’ve got to go. You just focus on your art and don’t worry about me. Love you.”
“Love you, too.
13
“April, you alright, Dear.” It was Janet standing beside my cubicle trying to get my attention.
“Oh, sorry, Janet.” I just got some really good news. Here are those latest revisions you asked for, and I’m gonna start on the VM account right now.”
“Great,” Janet smiled. “I’m going to ask personnel to have you become my permanent temp if that’s alright with you.
“Permanent temp,” I laughed. Janet laughed, too.
“They probably won’t do a permanent hire into this position for at least a few months, so for the time being, you can be my permanent temporary if you’re up for it.”
“That’s terrific. Thank you.”
What a day. I was in orbit. Not sure about which planet I was going around though.
I was about to crash back down to our world.
I decided that needed to see Stevie.
The office building I was working in is only a couple of miles from the recording studio in the East Village, but what a difference a couple of miles can make in New York. After I got out of work, I caught the subway heading downtown with men in suits and women in business attire; I got off on Houston Street and soon I was the only person with those kind of clothes on.
Take a breath, April.
I still had on my dark blue
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