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Mar. 6th, 2010 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
open_flameCharacter: Liz Sherman (Shades!Verse)
Rating: PG -Language
Word Count: 700
Prompt:scifi_muses vol2.week25
Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Setting:rp_shadesofgray
AN: Liz finally had it out with that bitch of a diva at the gallery. This…could be bad.
“What are we going to do!?” My boss is crying. I never realized how terribly awkward a grown woman crying like a baby was until this moment. I feel like I should be sending everyone I know apology letters for watching me do it all these years.
“I don’t know.” I answer with the truth. I have no idea what to do. It’s not like Leiko didn’t deserve all that stuff I said to her. She is pretentious, she does have dilutions of grandeur and yes, she probably is damaging to society on a whole. Shit her name means arrogant. She says it means “adored one” but I Googled it. It means arrogant. Not surprising.
“She was the most important artist we had.” My boss has her head down on her desk, just shaking. She bangs her head down a few times in a way that makes me wince. “We’re ruined.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Emily.” I’ve never really called her by her first name before, and it shocks her enough to make her pick her head up. “She was a bitch. She thought she was the most amazing thing on the planet because she got ONE feature in the Times years ago and she’s been riding it long since her 15 minutes were supposed to be up.” I stand a little closer to her, almost feeling like I should put a hand on her shoulder. I don’t but it’s no matter, she’ll be up and hugging me in about 5 seconds anyway.
And there it is…
“Elizabeth, we need the money from the show.” She looks at me with real fear in her eyes. It only makes me feel shittier for telling that bitch off and practically kicking her out of here a few hours ago.
“We’re doing great. Since you made me manager sales are way up and we’ve gotten a lot more walk in traffic and…” I sigh when hugs me again.
“It’s not enough. We got so far behind; we’re just catching up now. If we don’t make the payment on the space this month,” She’s shaking as she speaks. “They’re going to kick everyone out.”
“I’ll deal with it.” I say with more confidence than I actually have.
“How?” Sometimes I wonder how this woman ran this place for so long without much of a spine. Then again…she had someone to take care of her problems for her, just like I’m taking care of it now. It’s almost funny, me thinking that about her. Me.
“We’ve already got invitations sent but thankfully there’s no name on them this month because Miss High and Mighty couldn’t decide on a font in time.” Bitch threw a fit about that too, called me away just before dinner with Dana to come to the printers. I did, but there was nothing I could do. The printer even told me I was a “saint” because I didn’t punch Leiko in the face. Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to, though.
I pause and chew on my thumbnail as I think. “We’ve got the ads bought, but the name can be changed, we still have time. The website I can change in about a minute, alright? We just need a replacement artist. No big deal. I’ve got this.”
“You’re an angel.” She smiles at me and it makes me laugh. I’ve gotten called a saint and an angel all in the course of a week. “Who’s got enough work here to fill an entire show on such short notice?” She’s right to ask me. I’m here more than she is. Not coming up with anyone off the top of my head though.
“I’ll handle it. You…go home. You’re already here past closing and I’ve got to get some prints made for class.” I push her slightly towards the door.
“How many do you have to do tonight?” She sniffles and pulls on her big patchwork coat that matches, yet somehow totally contradicts her big patchwork bag.
“Fifteen. Not that many. Just that nighttime assignment I was struggling with.” I start sorting the papers on the desk in an attempt to calm some of the chaos around here. I hate chaos, and this place is full of it.
“Don’t stay here all night.” She almost sounds motherly.
“I won’t. Go home.” I point towards to door and wait for her to walk out before I lose it.
“DAMN IT” I slam all the papers on the desk and groan as I kick the desk. I really messed this up, didn’t I? I had no idea things were this bad. We need a show…a good show with good sales or…
We are so fucked…
Rating: PG -Language
Word Count: 700
Prompt:
scifi_muses vol2.week25Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Setting:
rp_shadesofgray AN: Liz finally had it out with that bitch of a diva at the gallery. This…could be bad.
“What are we going to do!?” My boss is crying. I never realized how terribly awkward a grown woman crying like a baby was until this moment. I feel like I should be sending everyone I know apology letters for watching me do it all these years.
“I don’t know.” I answer with the truth. I have no idea what to do. It’s not like Leiko didn’t deserve all that stuff I said to her. She is pretentious, she does have dilutions of grandeur and yes, she probably is damaging to society on a whole. Shit her name means arrogant. She says it means “adored one” but I Googled it. It means arrogant. Not surprising.
“She was the most important artist we had.” My boss has her head down on her desk, just shaking. She bangs her head down a few times in a way that makes me wince. “We’re ruined.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Emily.” I’ve never really called her by her first name before, and it shocks her enough to make her pick her head up. “She was a bitch. She thought she was the most amazing thing on the planet because she got ONE feature in the Times years ago and she’s been riding it long since her 15 minutes were supposed to be up.” I stand a little closer to her, almost feeling like I should put a hand on her shoulder. I don’t but it’s no matter, she’ll be up and hugging me in about 5 seconds anyway.
And there it is…
“Elizabeth, we need the money from the show.” She looks at me with real fear in her eyes. It only makes me feel shittier for telling that bitch off and practically kicking her out of here a few hours ago.
“We’re doing great. Since you made me manager sales are way up and we’ve gotten a lot more walk in traffic and…” I sigh when hugs me again.
“It’s not enough. We got so far behind; we’re just catching up now. If we don’t make the payment on the space this month,” She’s shaking as she speaks. “They’re going to kick everyone out.”
“I’ll deal with it.” I say with more confidence than I actually have.
“How?” Sometimes I wonder how this woman ran this place for so long without much of a spine. Then again…she had someone to take care of her problems for her, just like I’m taking care of it now. It’s almost funny, me thinking that about her. Me.
“We’ve already got invitations sent but thankfully there’s no name on them this month because Miss High and Mighty couldn’t decide on a font in time.” Bitch threw a fit about that too, called me away just before dinner with Dana to come to the printers. I did, but there was nothing I could do. The printer even told me I was a “saint” because I didn’t punch Leiko in the face. Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to, though.
I pause and chew on my thumbnail as I think. “We’ve got the ads bought, but the name can be changed, we still have time. The website I can change in about a minute, alright? We just need a replacement artist. No big deal. I’ve got this.”
“You’re an angel.” She smiles at me and it makes me laugh. I’ve gotten called a saint and an angel all in the course of a week. “Who’s got enough work here to fill an entire show on such short notice?” She’s right to ask me. I’m here more than she is. Not coming up with anyone off the top of my head though.
“I’ll handle it. You…go home. You’re already here past closing and I’ve got to get some prints made for class.” I push her slightly towards the door.
“How many do you have to do tonight?” She sniffles and pulls on her big patchwork coat that matches, yet somehow totally contradicts her big patchwork bag.
“Fifteen. Not that many. Just that nighttime assignment I was struggling with.” I start sorting the papers on the desk in an attempt to calm some of the chaos around here. I hate chaos, and this place is full of it.
“Don’t stay here all night.” She almost sounds motherly.
“I won’t. Go home.” I point towards to door and wait for her to walk out before I lose it.
“DAMN IT” I slam all the papers on the desk and groan as I kick the desk. I really messed this up, didn’t I? I had no idea things were this bad. We need a show…a good show with good sales or…
We are so fucked…
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