Page 7 of Wings of The Wraith
Chapter 2
Alyssa
Happy birthday to me.
Last birthday I was in The Dominican Republic sunbathing on the beach. That glorious white sand was perfect and I Iay on it all day. Doing nothing.
It was a gift from my father.
This year I was here. At work.
Nope, not because my family hadn’t insisted on giving me a great gift, but because I was a damn workaholic.
I’d become a loser. The kind who wouldn’t even take the day off for her birthday. I was all of twenty eight years old today and instead of going out partying with my friends –at least – I thought it would be more fun to hang out with a few stacks of books at the grand law library at Georgetown University.
I’d also gone ahead and done the very lame thing of rescheduling my birthday dinner with my best friends.
Lame, lame, laaaame.
At least I’d bought myself a slice of Victoria sponge cake today at lunch and I’d ordered some Chinese take away earlier when it looked like I was going to be here all night. Again.
I swear everyday this damn job got harder.
Every, single, day. It wasn’t supposed to be hard. It just was. All I had to do was catalogue the new books and make sure the old ones that were borrowed were put back to where they’d come from.
Simple.
Not.
Nope, not when the catalogue references for the returned books were missing and I had no idea where the books came from. So that would give me the task of locating the title on the university library database. Again, probably a simple task if the computers didn’t crash every fifteen minutes.
I hated it here. This was supposed to be my cushion job.
I was no librarian, but I knew how to work in a library. I’d worked at the British Library when I lived with my father in England, and the Smithsonian Museum when I came back to the states. That was me making use of the history minor I’d taken alongside my marketing degree.
I should have just stayed at the Smithsonian. Instead I decided that taking a part-time job at Georgetown would be best. For the hours.
The irony in that was the whole part-time was a farce, a label to lure in someone like me and make them work longer than full time hours.
That was my boss’ doing. An attempt to save money. He was a prick but what was worse were the students.
Georgetown, home of aspiring students who wanted to take over the world with their talents and in the process drive the administrative staff crazy.
They may have been intelligent and aspiring when it came to what they were studying, but they were all evil creatures in my eyes.
The students were disorganized and expected to be spoon-fed with everything. They couldn’t even return a book in the condition they got it in.
It was the kind of behavior I expected from children. Not adults.
I was the librarian’s assistant. But, I definitely did more than assist.
At least at the Smithsonian there was a sort of respect people showed. It made the job easier. Easier than this.
One more year and I would be out of this joint.
I had an advertising company which had just secured a few contracts. Contracts that would help my business climb the ladder of success.
When that happened, I’d leave.
