Sunday, November 06, 2005

November 6th, 2005 Upload 1 Chapter 7 (11,704 words out of 50,000)


“How long have you been at Starbucks?”

“Only a year – it’s part-time work.”

“What do you do during the other – part – time.”

“School. Getting my MBA over at NYU.”

“Ah – didn’t know that. That’s great.”

“Necessity – human resources wasn’t quite working out.”

“Too many bitchy people?”

“No – too many cheap bosses. Ever explain to some eighteen-k a year pregnant twenty-year-old receptionist why she needs to pay for twenty-percent of all her check-ups? Especially when she points out that with her old job she had a five-dollar co-pay on everything.”

“Doesn’t sound like fun.”

“I figure if I’m calling the shots, I wouldn’t have to be the bad guy as much anymore. Although I’m sure I’ll still have those moments.”

“Bosses eventually need to fire people.”

“If they don’t manage their division effectively. What do you do, by the way?”


“Heh – yeah – you’ve been asking about me all night.”

“I’m interested in you.”

“Uh-huh, I work in Starbucks, nice try Cyrano. So, what do you do?”

“OK - I work in marketing.”

“What do you market?”

“Ha – umm – I don’t really know, most of the time, I’m not a very good marketer. Well, I mean, I get the job done – I speak very loudly, you know what I mean? But I don’t really care enough to know about what I’m selling, I just find a suave way to spit out the lines the engineers feed me.”

“So you sell people stuff without having any passion for what you’re selling?”

“I guess – I mean, selling people stuff isn’t a matter of what you’re trying to move. It’s a matter of what you perceive they need.”

“So you lie?”

“Well – no – not really, I mean, I sort of – I just adapt, you know? You let people ask questions and you perceive how they want them answered. It’s still the same answer you were trained to give, it’s just buried in the subtext.”

“And that’s not lying?”



“I don’t even really do much for marketing – I’m more marketing support. I sometimes get to say some things at a meeting but for the most part I gauge reactions and advise.”

“Do you even know what you do?”

“Ha-ha – actually, no. I know I get paid well.”

“Why don’t you quit?”

“Because I get paid well, like I said.”

“But you don’t really seem to work towards anything – you just work.”






“I must have said something, you’re all –“

“No, no. No – I’m fine, I wasn’t expecting our first date to be all soul-searching.”

“First date?”

“Well, yeah – I mean – what?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, we haven’t gotten ice-cream yet.”

“Oh, so we’re getting ice-cream?”

“If you want a second date, yes.”


“What now?”

“No, I just want to add something. I do have a goal – at my job – and it’s not just money.”

“OK, so what is it?”

“It just hasn’t presented itself yet.”

“Oohhh K.”

“No, I’m being serious. It’s just – things just feel right sometimes, you know? Sometimes thing just feel like you’re going towards something bigger than you. Like, this pay-off that’s so unfathomable you never planned for it – never saw it coming until it was right on your ass. Do you know what I mean?”

“No. Well, yes, I know what you mean. But I don’t know how you can live by that – no offense, but it feels pretty empty and potentially unfulfilling.”



“Nothing. I just never pictured you as a mint-chocolate-chip kind of girl.”

“So we’re still on for ice-cream?”

“Of course.”

“And we’re leaving this conversation right here.”

“Yeah, let’s do that for now.”



“And I’m a cookie-dough kind of girl, by the way.”


The Vagabond said...

Good shit so far. If anyone thought that writing a good novel in 30 days was impossible you're well on your way to proving them wrong. Can't wait for the next bit. Well I can but, you know, I don't wanna.

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