"Shanna Swendson - Enchanted, Inc" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swendson Shanna)

"I don't have time for your little sales meetings, anyway," she said stiffly before
abruptly dismissing the meeting. She was out the door before the rest of us could
collect our wits and make our own escapes.

"Nice going," Janice muttered to Joel as we trooped out of the conference room.
"You just had to stir her up, didn't you?"

"It's funny when her eyes pop out like that," he said with a grin. Janice twitched.

"I'll have to see how many excuses I can find to send her down to Sales today," I
said. They all looked at me with a combination of pity and scorn, making me feel like
I'd have to stretch to reach a grasshopper's knees. I didn't expect them to stand up
for me in front of Mimi, but I'd hoped they'd acknowledge the value of my idea
behind her back. No such luck.

I dreaded the rest of the day. Mimi was already ticked at me for reminding her that
she'd okayed the meeting she was ready to grill April about; I'd put my foot in my
mouth by daring to offer a suggestion; and then Joel had set her off. I'd be stuck
with Evil Mimi for an indefinite period of time. When I got back to my cube, I
noticed her office door was shut. With any luck, she'd spend the next half hour on
the phone with Werner, sobbing about how horrible her day had been so far and
how her terrible
staff was so mean and nasty to her.

I put my notepad next to my computer and sank into my desk chair, trying to
remember why I put up with this job. At first it hadn't seemed so bad. Mimi had
greeted me like a long-lost sister and gave every impression that she would be a
mentor who would ease my way into the business world, as well as a best friend and
soul mate. Then I made the mistake of correcting the horrendous spelling and
grammar on a memo she'd written and running it back by her to approve my
changes. That was the first time I saw Evil Mimi. Since then I found that on good
days she was as friendly as I could hope. But the moment she was revealed to be
less than perfect, she went nuts. I learned to just correct the memos before sending
them and not let her know I was cleaning up her mess.

Why did I want this job? Oh yeah, that six hundred bucks a month for my share of
the rent on a one-bedroom apartment that three of us shared. Not to mention several
levels of income taxes, my share of utilities, food, transportation, and all the other
little expenses that added up to consume my meager paycheck. I was barely getting
by on my salary. Without a salary, my roommates were sure to get rid of me, even if
we had been friends since college, and I'd have to go home to Texas, proving to my
parents that I couldn't make it in the big city after all.

There were even daysтАФlike todayтАФwhen I had to remind myself why that would be
so bad. It wasn't as though I'd been unhappy at home. I'd just felt like I wanted
something more. I didn't know what, not yet. I hoped there was something big out
there with my name on it that would never have found me while I stayed in that little
town. If I went back to Texas on anything other than my own terms, with some kind
of business or personal success under my belt, I'd look like a failure. Worse, I'd feel
like a failure.