John Harvey
I have been tired from the minute that I woke up. Forcing yourself to live an uneventful mundane life is truly exhausting. I graduated at the top of my class with a marketing degree only to find myself working as a glorified receptionist at an insurance company. I wake up at 7:00 am every day, drink 2 cups of coffee, throw my hair into a messy bun, put on a blazer and pencil skirt, then I drive to my own personal hell. I am living in a 9 to 5 nightmare. I am the first one at the office every morning. Janice in accounting is usually right behind me. I have at least 15 minutes before she walks in, so I get a cup of coffee and brace myself for her bright and shining presence. Janice is a classic morning person. I could be silent for days if
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John Harvey. Mr. Harvey is a giant scum bag. He is always on the verge of a sexual harassment lawsuit, which I would have filed 4 years ago if I had not lost faith in finding a job in marketing. Mr. Harvey always sits a few inches too close, embraces a little too long, and says wildly inappropriate things at inappropriate times. The thing that I hate most about John Harvey is the fact that he calls me sugar plum. At this point, I do not think that the man truly knows my name which is rather easy to remember because my parents were huge fans of alliteration. My full name is Morgan Marie Michaels. I hate my name more than anything. Mr. Harvey walks in, comes behind my desk, gives me a hug and a peck on the cheek and says, “good morning sugar plum! It is going to be a great day in the exciting world of insurance! If you’re really good today, maybe that new marketing job will finally open up!” Mr. Harvey promised me that a marketing job would be “opening up” 4 years ago when he hired me and he reminds me of his betrayal from 9 to 5 o’clock Monday-Friday. After he pulls away from his morning hug and peck, I fight the urge to punch him in his lying mouth and say, “I certainly hope that marketing job does open up today Mr. Harvey! I’ll let you know if you have any messages after I check the inbox.” He usually winks at me and says, “You’re the best, sugar plum!” I am so surprised that I have not physically assaulted John Harvey. I do not …show more content…
I picture us living in a cool loft down town. I see us having parties, inviting all of his cool friends, and I imagine that I have cool friends to invite as well. We have expensive aged wines, an assortment of top dollar cheeses and olives, and we really love each other. I am a marketing director of some lavish fortune five hundred company and Sam is the CEO of some well-known insurance company. We don’t have any children because we are too busy with our jobs and we think that children would cramp our extravagant lifestyle. Whenever I leave this day dream, I feel crushed by my surroundings. I go from living the dream with Sam to the sound of a co-worker shouting, “Morgan! Answer the telephone! I’m expecting an important call!” I want to shout back, “you answer the damn telephone, Jared! I am not your
John Harvey. Mr. Harvey is a giant scum bag. He is always on the verge of a sexual harassment lawsuit, which I would have filed 4 years ago if I had not lost faith in finding a job in marketing. Mr. Harvey always sits a few inches too close, embraces a little too long, and says wildly inappropriate things at inappropriate times. The thing that I hate most about John Harvey is the fact that he calls me sugar plum. At this point, I do not think that the man truly knows my name which is rather easy to remember because my parents were huge fans of alliteration. My full name is Morgan Marie Michaels. I hate my name more than anything. Mr. Harvey walks in, comes behind my desk, gives me a hug and a peck on the cheek and says, “good morning sugar plum! It is going to be a great day in the exciting world of insurance! If you’re really good today, maybe that new marketing job will finally open up!” Mr. Harvey promised me that a marketing job would be “opening up” 4 years ago when he hired me and he reminds me of his betrayal from 9 to 5 o’clock Monday-Friday. After he pulls away from his morning hug and peck, I fight the urge to punch him in his lying mouth and say, “I certainly hope that marketing job does open up today Mr. Harvey! I’ll let you know if you have any messages after I check the inbox.” He usually winks at me and says, “You’re the best, sugar plum!” I am so surprised that I have not physically assaulted John Harvey. I do not …show more content…
I picture us living in a cool loft down town. I see us having parties, inviting all of his cool friends, and I imagine that I have cool friends to invite as well. We have expensive aged wines, an assortment of top dollar cheeses and olives, and we really love each other. I am a marketing director of some lavish fortune five hundred company and Sam is the CEO of some well-known insurance company. We don’t have any children because we are too busy with our jobs and we think that children would cramp our extravagant lifestyle. Whenever I leave this day dream, I feel crushed by my surroundings. I go from living the dream with Sam to the sound of a co-worker shouting, “Morgan! Answer the telephone! I’m expecting an important call!” I want to shout back, “you answer the damn telephone, Jared! I am not your