is it 2008 yet...?
Jan. 4th, 2008 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2Doesn't feel like it, but that's what the calendar says... O.o
I survived another week of reception. Oddly enough, several people said good night tonight with "You'll be back on Monday?" tacked onto the end. O.O How bizarre. Now I wonder if there have been people who actually didn't come back.... >_> To me, reception is the worst, hardest part of the job, because I am in no way, shape or form a 'people person'. It's very hard for me to talk to strangers. I do it because I have to, but my stomach just knots up and I constantly fear saying something wrong. This would be why I prefer back office work. Internal customers are much easier to deal with, because they become familiar, they usually have decent attitudes and they are glad for your help. In this job, I'm going to be in contact with 'the public' and most of that public is not going to be really happy at being at my window. O.o
Being a painfully shy dragon has its drawbacks. ~_~ *sigh*
Today, though, I got to go upstairs to get a first taste of the main part of what my job will be. ^___^ This begins to look like fun, so I guess I will manage the reception part somehow. Data entry! Tons and tons of data entry, updates, analysis! Dragon heaven for me! Yippee! In the meantime, though, I am freaking exhausted and still a week away from my first payday.
Here is the next bit of Speed Trap; hope you enjoy it. I am trying to have something else ready to go when this ends, but I fear I may not make it. o.o;;; Don't hurt me.
Speed Trap
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Heero began to growl.
“Are you all right?” he rumbled, eyes distant, following the long-gone chase. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like one of Wufei’s Chinese curses.
Duo blinked and drew a shaky breath. “Holy shit.... He hit us.... Damn! He hit the car!” He pried his fingers off the wheel and fumbled with his seat belt. Heero stopped him.
“Duo, can you drive?”
“Huh?” He looked at the Wyvern and almost flinched at the expression he found there. “Um… Yeah… I think so. But shouldn’t we –“
“No. Follow them,” commanded Heero.
“Okay,” said Duo obediently. Heero’s expression was the one he usually wore when someone was going to get hurt. Not gonna argue with that. He started the engine and eased across the dirt to the pavement, checking the road before pulling out. Several cars were sitting in various hastily-stopped positions behind them. Some people had clustered around one car; it looked like Heero’s car wasn’t the only one clipped by the asshole in the pickup. Heero saw it, too, and snarled.
“Go! Catch that idiot.”
“Yes sir!”
Once all four wheels were on the pavement, he hit the gas, accelerating through the gears as the speedometer climbed alarmingly. Duo had no idea why Heero wanted to chase the fuckwit in the truck, but he wouldn’t mind a couple of private minutes with the guy himself. He might not be all buffed out, like some of the Humans, but he was no lightweight when it came to fighting. And right now, he really wanted a chance to punch the guy square in the face.
Traffic had slowed in the wake of the chase, so they flew past dozens of cars, including more damaged vehicles. Duo thought the local sheriff’s department had a helicopter, but there was no sign yet of air support.
They topped a rise, almost flying – Duo was almost sure the wheels had lost contact with the asphalt for an instant – and spotted the chase about half a mile ahead.
Heero rumbled deep in his chest and Duo’s glance caught the smirk on his face.
“Heero…?”
“Hold it steady, and follow me,” Heero instructed as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up.
“Heero!”
The Wyvern morphed, lifting his wings to catch the rushing air and leaped upward, somersaulting once, and then arrowed straight for the blue pickup.
Duo let out a shriek and almost forgot he was driving in excess of 100mph.
“*HEERO!*”
Dammit! He was going to set fire to the damn Wyvern’s tail! He pressed harder on the accelerator.
I survived another week of reception. Oddly enough, several people said good night tonight with "You'll be back on Monday?" tacked onto the end. O.O How bizarre. Now I wonder if there have been people who actually didn't come back.... >_> To me, reception is the worst, hardest part of the job, because I am in no way, shape or form a 'people person'. It's very hard for me to talk to strangers. I do it because I have to, but my stomach just knots up and I constantly fear saying something wrong. This would be why I prefer back office work. Internal customers are much easier to deal with, because they become familiar, they usually have decent attitudes and they are glad for your help. In this job, I'm going to be in contact with 'the public' and most of that public is not going to be really happy at being at my window. O.o
Being a painfully shy dragon has its drawbacks. ~_~ *sigh*
Today, though, I got to go upstairs to get a first taste of the main part of what my job will be. ^___^ This begins to look like fun, so I guess I will manage the reception part somehow. Data entry! Tons and tons of data entry, updates, analysis! Dragon heaven for me! Yippee! In the meantime, though, I am freaking exhausted and still a week away from my first payday.
Here is the next bit of Speed Trap; hope you enjoy it. I am trying to have something else ready to go when this ends, but I fear I may not make it. o.o;;; Don't hurt me.
Speed Trap
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Heero began to growl.
“Are you all right?” he rumbled, eyes distant, following the long-gone chase. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like one of Wufei’s Chinese curses.
Duo blinked and drew a shaky breath. “Holy shit.... He hit us.... Damn! He hit the car!” He pried his fingers off the wheel and fumbled with his seat belt. Heero stopped him.
“Duo, can you drive?”
“Huh?” He looked at the Wyvern and almost flinched at the expression he found there. “Um… Yeah… I think so. But shouldn’t we –“
“No. Follow them,” commanded Heero.
“Okay,” said Duo obediently. Heero’s expression was the one he usually wore when someone was going to get hurt. Not gonna argue with that. He started the engine and eased across the dirt to the pavement, checking the road before pulling out. Several cars were sitting in various hastily-stopped positions behind them. Some people had clustered around one car; it looked like Heero’s car wasn’t the only one clipped by the asshole in the pickup. Heero saw it, too, and snarled.
“Go! Catch that idiot.”
“Yes sir!”
Once all four wheels were on the pavement, he hit the gas, accelerating through the gears as the speedometer climbed alarmingly. Duo had no idea why Heero wanted to chase the fuckwit in the truck, but he wouldn’t mind a couple of private minutes with the guy himself. He might not be all buffed out, like some of the Humans, but he was no lightweight when it came to fighting. And right now, he really wanted a chance to punch the guy square in the face.
Traffic had slowed in the wake of the chase, so they flew past dozens of cars, including more damaged vehicles. Duo thought the local sheriff’s department had a helicopter, but there was no sign yet of air support.
They topped a rise, almost flying – Duo was almost sure the wheels had lost contact with the asphalt for an instant – and spotted the chase about half a mile ahead.
Heero rumbled deep in his chest and Duo’s glance caught the smirk on his face.
“Heero…?”
“Hold it steady, and follow me,” Heero instructed as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up.
“Heero!”
The Wyvern morphed, lifting his wings to catch the rushing air and leaped upward, somersaulting once, and then arrowed straight for the blue pickup.
Duo let out a shriek and almost forgot he was driving in excess of 100mph.
“*HEERO!*”
Dammit! He was going to set fire to the damn Wyvern’s tail! He pressed harder on the accelerator.
