New Beginnings – part 04

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A Victorian bar in South Kensington that somehow had become Pippa’s second home during the last summer semester.

“I will be there at around six. I’m with a client here.” Tess replied.

“See you, there. Drinks waiting.” Pippa wrote.

Pippa was on her second Martini when Tess arrived.

“Hi sweety, how is it going? You are impressed by your new job as I see, aren’t you?” Tess asks ironically.

“Yeah, I’m so impressed, you can’t believe what kind of asshole this assistance guy is who I have to work with, unbelievable, a total sexist!” Pippa states this with anger.
“Well, you better get used to this, when you enter the working sphere, that’s the first thing they will pick on, after all it is all about competition, honey.” Tess tries to calm Pippa down. “You have no idea what I experience with my colleagues; even in our law firm, half the energy goes into fighting against our colleagues. Jim lately sued Kathrin for dealing with one of her clients, and that’s within our own firm. Imagine that!” Tess keeps going.

“How do you get through that?” Pippa asks. “When I look in the mirror in the morning, I tell myself, “This is the best time. You can do this, if you want to drive a Maserati, you better be a bitch.” Tess said.

“You say what?” Pippa laughs out loud.

“Yes, that’s what I tell myself every morning, and it works.” Tess says, “and don’t take things personally, darling. That’s rule number one. People don’t do all this because they are against you, they do it because they are for themselves.” Tess continues.
“Well, I was thinking changing this job, looking for another one, but this again takes time, and I am in my final year now, so I don’t want to waste too much time on job hunting.” Pippa says.

“You know most of these bricks are just insecure or feel intimidated by you in some way; they might not appear to be that smart. That’s the main reason why people bully. There is always that one jackass who ruins everything. Get your own strategy on how to get along with those morons, and you will find your way. This event company is good for you to work with. Rise above it; you’re not doing this for him; instead, you should focus on your studies and your bright future; and, of course, the money. You’re doing it for greater things ahead. Always know your “why”!

They both have another drink and change the topics. Tess is again reporting the details and latest news about her new lover and they are big. “He asked me for a boat-trip. Can you imagine?” Tess giggles.

“A boat-trip?” Pippa asks and was astonished by that idea as most guys would simply ask for a weekend-trip to the country-side.

“Yes, he suggested a turn from Mallorca to Ibiza, he has an invitation on a party in Magaluf, one of his friends is throwing a party there. It sounds amazing and I really would love to go there, but I have this case with that merger running so I don’t know if it is a good idea to take the whole week off.” Tess says hesitating.

“Well, come on, you are almost through with this case, can’t your associate do this paper stuff, you will be back at the opening day. Imagine what a great time you will have there, go for it, girl!” Pippa keeps motivating her as she has worked so hard since the break-up and really deserves a good break.

“Yeah, you are right. It is just the paperwork that needs to be sorted, and the form of order sought is already here. I should go for the trip.” Tess agrees with a big, triumphant smile on her face. “I’m going.” Tess was working on a merger between a global media company and an Asian production company, and it had taken her endless nights to finally get the deal together, but it was all set, and it seemed like it was never the right time for taking time off for a holiday, so if it wasn’t now, then when.

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New Beginnings – part two

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The two women finished their drinks and moved on to meet their friends Michelle and Alexa at the lobby bar at the foot of The Strand. A shiny, light-filled space with classy drinks and an even more classy clientele. The four of them took a sophisticated break. As they haven’t seen each other since the last semester, they had a lot to tell. All of them had had major changes in their relationships and were now single except Alexa, who had just gotten engaged, flashing off her ring, and was about to marry in the summer. Michelle was already flirting with one of the guys on the neighbouring couch while Alexa, Tess and Pippa disappeared on the dance floor.

By the early morning hour of around five, Tess and Pippa arrived at their apartment house, standing in the corridor. ”I will see you tomorrow?” Tess murmured while leaning at the door.

 “Yes, good idea, or maybe the day after tomorrow, in case I sleep a little longer.” Pippa grinned, opening her apartment door and disappearing. The weekend had past and Pippa was sitting on another project for the event agency. She worked online and was on the last edits as the deadline was set for five p.m. in the afternoon. She had worked out the whole marketing plan, including the graphic parts, venues, contacts, and much more. So, her rent was saved for this month…

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Nights out, Charity & boat trips

from the book Blend 37 – Pippa Bow

A week later, Pippa was sitting on her study project a case study for a new female tech gadget while clicking some likes from Tess party pictures and a sunny day on her cruise. The pictures looked amazing and she could almost get jealous, but Tess really deserved this break and the two looked so happy together. Pippa’s messenger popped-up. “Hey, how are you?” Brendon, the study colleague who had joined the Java Programming course the week before a course Pippa took as a minor subject in addition to her design studies. Brendon had previously studied in San Francisco and had just lately moved to London.

 “Hey, hanging on this marketing strategy for my nature products, what’s up?” Pippa writes back.

“Uh, on a Friday night?” He asks.

 “Well, yes, on a Friday night, when else?” Pippa replies.

“Wow, yeah, you are pretty busy I’ve seen. How is your new part-time job?” Brendon asks.

 “My, new job? Don’t remind me!” Pippa writes “Not on a Friday, night, please!” she adds.

“And what are you doing on a Friday night?” she asks. “Chatting?” he replies.

 “Oh, yeah, obviously, and anything else?” Pippa questions.

 “Well, I got an invitation for the Icetank party tonight, I was wondering if you want to join? Alexa will be there, too she was asking if you might like to join?” he adds a smile.

“Being spontaneous? Yes, why not.” Pippa confirms the invitation, the Icetank parties are always amazing and the invitations are always very limited handed mostly to the It-people and the celebrity kind of crowed.

“Ok, ten o’clock, I pick you up?” Brendon asks.

“Yep, sounds great!” Pippa writes with a blink.

 “Cool.” He replies.

Pippa quickly jumps under the shower. She puts on her Vata dry oil an Ayurveda oil with almond and basil to re-vitalize a little. She was almost falling asleep as she was sitting on her study.

Now standing in front of her open walk in wardrobe she has quickly to decide what to wear, dress or trousers? No question, she puts on the new Lipsy trouser with a white blouse combined with a lace top underneath and her high heels with the red sole.

The doorbell already rings. “I am coming one sec!” She shouts. Taking off the shoes again to get quicker to the door.

“Oh, hey Brendon, time passed so quick, already ten, is it?” She asks.

“Yes, it’s already ten.” He says with a smile.

 He’s looking damn good, Pippa thinks, and can’t help to bite her lips, she swallows than in a stuttering voice. “Yes, I will be ready, give me a minute.”

She still has no make-up on and rushes into the bathroom and has just time for a mascara. She gets all her stuff together, grabs her coat than stops in the corridor with a critical look in the mirror and quickly puts some lipstick on. She turns around looking at Brendon: “Ready!” she says.

“Wow, you are looking beautiful, let’s go.” He replies, and they walk over to his car and make their way to the Icetank at Covent Garden.

Brendon and Pippa are standing on the buffet chatting with Alexa who takes a refill for the empty champagne classes. Her boyfriend Hendrik, the initiator and sponsor of the party one of the most popular and elitist events in town held once a year but who is on a business trip in Asia, so the party is on Alexa’s patronage. “I just welcomed our Russian special guests you know Victor and his precious wife Anastacia? I will introduce you later to them, they are responsible for the draw that we will hold at midnight. You won’t believe the first prize. Actually, you might want to help me to get some more tickets out. You moving your sexy ass through the crowed, is going to double the charity’s revenue.” Alexa jokes.

 “Or triple it.” Brendon laughs while taking a look at Pippa’s backside.

 “Well okay, I see the conversations go flat here, so let me help you out, darling.” Pippa replies and smacks her hip on Alexa and they all have a good laugh.

Pippa starts giving out some tickets and the people are very generous. They buy tickets in total from 500 to 1000 pound per couple at least. Pippa talks to a Chrissy a US model who Pippa had met on her last holiday in Ibiza who currently is on a Europe trip with her boyfriend an international lawyer who also has to do some business in Brussels.

“Oh, let’s meet next week, I really would like some advice on our new apartment, you got such great style Pippa, I would love to go for a shopping tour with you.” Chrissy suggests.

 “Of, course sweety, I’m quite busy, apart from my study I just started a new part-time job and you cannot believe what kind of asshole I have to work for. I will make some space for an afternoon, a shopping tour with you and nice dinner would be lovely.” Pippa agrees and they set a date.

Pippa turns around and looks straight into the eye of exactly the asshole she was just talking about.

“Good evening Mr.” she pauses. “Oh, Toby, what pleasure to meet you here.” Pippa forces herself to a smile.

“I wonder, what someone like you is doing on this party.” He then looks at the draw. “Ah, you are working here, of course, I would doubt you ever being on the invitation list of that event.” Toby comments with the utmost condescending look at Pippa.

“Well, I’m sure you want some draws supporting the charity, helping some less fortunate people who did not grow up with all the advantages you have, don’t you?” Pippa asks pretending a sweet smile on her face. Knowing that he must have tricked himself into this party, probably by stealing his boss’ invitation or any other kind of scam. Knowing that buying even one single ticket of the draw would hurt his empty pockets. He was the kind of guy who everyone new came from a low social background who tried too damn hard to play like he was a rich guy. With his whole attitude so overdrawn and who had the generosity of a small man with his biting marks on everyone he could not imagine could have a much better fortune than himself. Exactly like he was now standing opposite Pippa trying to make her small with every word that came out of his plebeian mouth not even knowing that for her this was just a favor, a small gesture to her friend.

“Well, I take one, yes, to support the less fortunate people like you.” Toby demands with his bold lip. Pippa puts a smile on.

 “Just one?” Knowing how expensive the tickets are and knowing that he talks much bolder than his pockets are. “Oh, come on Toby, no one, went under ten here, I am sure you want to be on top of the sponsor list, don’t you?” Pippa keeps teasing.

“Of, course, then give me ten.” He strikes a pose and continues in his arrogant tone of voice.

“Sure, that’s a five than.” Pippa smiles. “Toby opens his purse and pulls out a fifty pound note.

“Oh, honey, I mean five thousand, it is fife hundred per ticket. That’s a problem?” Pippa asks.

“Are you sane, are you putting this money in your own pocket, if you want to rip me off, you got the wrong one.” He grabs Pippa’s arm.

 “I will report you, that you tried to rip me off.” He drags Pippa over to one of the security guards.

“This girl tried to get money out of me by selling me overpriced draw tickets. She demanded five thousand pound. She’s a criminal, who is responsible for this draw?” Toby lifts his nose, looking around. Even the security guards know who Pippa is and they know the price of the draw. They hardly can hide their laughter.

 “Well, yes, leave this to us, we will take care of that.” The guard pauses.

“Mistake.” He puts his hand in front of his face to hide his bursting into laughter. “Go back to your more important business talks.” The other guard suggests.

“Well, thank you.” Toby, nods and turns around disappearing back in the crowed.

“So, you little criminal!” The guard claps on Pippa’s shoulder “how could you?” They burst into laughter. Meanwhile the other guard informed Alexa who is already on her way and joins the three with a tablet of champagne glasses in her hand.

 “Need a drink?” she asks. “Who was this asshole? How did he got an invitation to the party?” Alexa looks at Pippa.

“He is the asshole, I have to work with at my new part-time job for the One Event agency.” Pippa explains.

“Jesus, and who is he?” Alexa keeps asking.

 “He must have taken the invitation from Sarah the director, he does her mail.” Pippa suggests.

“Well, thanks for the entertainment.” Alexa cheers the classes.

“Let’s chill and cheer. I’ve seen you made already over a million in the first half hour, with the draw. Unbelievable. Take a break and watch out better, that you don’t hit another of such low puns.” Alexa jokes and the two walk back to meet some guest from Asia.

An hour later the tombola is announced together Alexa and Pippa present the winner and the prizes. The first price goes to an Italian couple who just lately had married. They are screaming out of happiness when they hear their name. They win a week’s cruise on the superyacht Joy.

The turmoil let go and the evening gets a bit quieter Brendon comes over to Pippa.

“Wow, you are pretty busy, what a prize, a honeymoon on the Joy, I wish would win that.” He smiles at Pippa.

 “Yes, that cruise is amazing.” Pippa agrees. They both walk over to the dancefloor the music has slowed down and they have a dance together. As she leans her head on Brendon’s, which feels good by the way, looking over Brendon’s shoulder, Pippa sees how a guy disappears through the front door, the shadow of Toby. By now he must know that Pippa was not just a servant on the party and Pippa senses that this will have quite an impact on her work with Toby at her part-time job and probably not a positive one and she knows that she better puts on her knight’s of armor next time she enters the office. But for now here on Brendon’s shoulder she can rather strip off and she turns her head around Brendon is looking at her, coming closer with her head, she looks into his beautiful shiny eyes and then she can feel his lips touching hers and she get’s lost in a long kiss. He is pulling her a little tighter and they dance away in the rhythm of the night.

*

Waking up in Brandon’s Chelsea apartment. The day couldn’t start any better. Brandon was still sleeping. Pippa hushed out of the bed, grabbing the jumper on the floor, Brandon’s, pulling it over and walking barefoot over to the kitchen to make some coffee. Secretly she loves the instant Nescafe coffee and she knows despite there is a bright selection of Nespresso on the shelve that every English habitant had a hidden Nescafe glass somewhere in their kitchen shelve. And there it was, Pippa takes a tablespoon of Nescafe and waited for the water in the cattle to heat. She takes a look out of the window starring in the flat opposite the street. She sees how a couple is arguing, an older man with a British look in his morning robe and a somehow younger latin looking woman heavily gesticulating, than the men is walking toward the woman hitting in her face. He looks over to the window and seconds later the curtains are pulled to cover the window. Pippa is shaking her head while peering the hot water on her coffee. This was the kind of relationship that was an absolute taboo to her, but some woman would take just anything. The woman surely was capable to make her own money but instead she would accept that to live a good live. If any man would hit her in the face she would be so gone if she would not even hit first.

Pippa nipped on her coffee checking her email, she had received a text message from Tess who had had her own kind of magic dinner night.

Tess’s new boyfriend Gibson had invited Marco and Letitia to a dinner night on the boat. Marco was in politics and Letita a known journalist, the two were together for a long time. Gibson and Marco new each other from old times as they had studied at the same University Stanford. Some of Marco’s clients were high ranking politicians as well as celebrities and during the dinner, he had told his anecdotes from his latest case one of those prominent divorces. Probably one of the reasons why he would never get married he said. Some couples have contracts you would not need to get married with that kind of contract in the first place. But unfortunately, this couple had not such a contract. The guy an actor had married one of those Latin girls and would now need to pay a hell of money but of course Marco tried his best to keep the guy’s Millions together. The woman was much younger and had only married the guy for money and now wanted the divorce. She claimed violence from his side and betrayal that he would cheat on her. But in truth she was the one who used every opportunity when the guy was on set or traveling and had been seen with some other guys. She also was friends with one woman who was known for a divorce scandal where the truth had revealed that the woman had made up all allegations. This was the situation Marco had now to prove that his client was the victim and not his wife. Which was not easy as she was so shrewd, but he had a strategy, as Ms Olivera was not the actor’s first wife. Whereas he had reputation and history of woman but none of them had ever reported any violence. So, his strategy bringing them up in court as witnesses was part of his strategy while the actor felt quite embarrassed about the situation meeting all of the woman again. But this was still better than losing it all to this woman. Tess could understand she would not like to meet all her ex-lovers again. But Marco found it kind of exciting.

 “Wow, I will meet all Hollywood’s beauties and some other of the World’s top models, he had had them all!”

 A comment that was followed by a side-punch from his girlfriend sitting next to him.

“I will join you on each of them when you interview them.” Letita suggested not all, too serious. “Actually I like the idea, I could make some contact which could get me some good interviews to write about, would you mind, darling?” She teased.

“Ah, here there is the synergy of our relationship. Of course, my sweetheart knows her own way how to get her slice of the pie.” He snugged a kiss on her cheek.

“My win of the case on the front side of our number one newspaper and media cover at best times, is then mine, isn’t it, sweety?” Marco looked at Letitia and they both couldn’t hide a smile and they all burst into laughter.

They were really the perfect couple, Tess thought, and she exchanged a look with Gibson who pulled her a little closer for a long kiss.

They all had another bottle of champagne before everyone went off in their cabins.

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Tess had sent beautiful pictures from a Majorcan coast. They had set the sails in the morning and would be in a little bay in Paguera in the afternoon where they had another dinner with some of Gibson’s friends. They had arrived in the afternoon and Tess had jumped straight from the yacht into the blue ocean. They had spent an amazing candle-light dinner with a private piano concert and had returned at their yacht at around ten. The next day was a short turn to Magaluf where they had an official party to attend from one of Gibson’s business partners a massive pool party including caviar, champagne and VIP’s from all over the world. Also, Chrissy and her husband had joined the party.

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Sisley’s first day at Cargo City South

Chapter II from the book Airways – I’m not in Hollywood

Sisley arrived at the office in Cargo City South she makes her way to the reception on the fourth floor. The receptionist hands her over a visitor card and she moves on to the fifth floor, walking along the corridor passing the second glass door. Her office is on the right. She got the middle office. On the right is the CEO’s office on the left is the Export Manager’s office who she will be working for. She steps into the room, both other offices are empty. She takes a seat in the very tight space. A huge long table is placed in the middle office and leaves approximately twenty cm between the table and wall to move her chair. She starts the computer, but she doesn’t get far, of course, not having any passwords or any other information.

Hours pass. At about twelve at lunchtime her boss Riveri who is the Export Manager for the corporation arrives and passes straight through the room into his office, starting his PC then screaming.
“Shit!”

Sisley is looking up rolling her eyes when she’s hearing Riveri speaking on the phone. “Ernie? I can’t log in! Can you set back my password, thanks!” followed by the sound of a smashing receiver as he flings the phone down.

Ten minutes later Riveri comes out of his office turning towards Sisley, who sits on her desk pressed between the table and her chair already touching the wall. “Hello, looks like it’s getting a bit tight here.” Riveri throws a report on Sisley’s desk and says “So this is important: Our daily flight plan. This means delays, they have to be marked, anything else is regular, you will get the daily reports from the Cargo Managers I will let them know that they report this to you daily.”

He steps over to the cupboard opening the door. “Here are all folders with contracts and all paperwork messed up from the last five years. Maybe you can sort this out, so it won’t always take me hours to find the right papers.” River explains while taking out one of the folders and thrashing it on the table.

“Yeah, filing systems!” Sisley almost dies for excitement.

Riveri’s colleague Powel from the opposite office steps in. “Oh, Riveri you are making the introduction for the new assistant, so she doesn’t run out of work very nice, how about we’re going for lunch now?”

Sisley reminds Riveri that she soon leaves as she only works five hours a day and started already at eight. “Then we see tomorrow, I leave at two,” Sisley says. Riveri is looking at Sisley. “Why you are leaving at two, we said five hours a day, I just came in, the day just started.” Riveri wonders.

“Yes, you just started! But I started at eight this morning.” Sisley replies.

“Eight o’clock why that? I don’t start that early, my main business starts in the afternoon, that’s not possible, it’s best you start at twelve I need you to be here in the afternoon.” Riveri demands in his slightly aggressive tone.

“But it was agreed that I can start early because I also need time for my study!” Sisley refuses.

“Yes, but eight o’clock? Not that early!” Riveri shouts.

“Then I can’t do that job, maybe you ask at the agency for someone else,” Sisley replies in a cool tone.

“Yes, I will talk to them, and for now you can start earlier but not before ten this makes no sense to me.” Riveri goes back to his office getting his purse and some poster. Throwing the posters on the sideboard. ”Okay, this needs to be sent to the Cargo Managers and Tom by tomorrow latest,” Riveri commands. Sisley just nods.

“Okay, no problem, see you tomorrow,” Sisley replies while Riveri and Powel walk towards the door.

“Mmmh, well I’m not in Hollywood!” Riveri is mumbling towards his colleague.

“But your new assistant almost looks like it!” Powel replies.

“Someone starting at eight? Looks rather sane to me than like Hollywood!” Riveri shouts and together with Powel, he disappears through the fire exit door.

Sisley starts looking for addresses to send the posters. She finds out the postal address for the cargo Managers but she can’t find any Tom. Sisley walks over to the Quality Manager’s office Treasure to ask about this Tom. Sisley walks over to the Quality Manager’s office Treasure asking who Tom is as her boss told her to mail something to Tom. “Treasure, can you help me? Riveri asked me to send some stuff to the Cargo Managers and Tom. I found the cargo Manager’s addresses but who is Tom?” Sisley asks puzzled.

Treasure starts laughing out loud and hearty. ”Tom?” He repeats. “You’re asking who is Tom? Really? That’s Michael Roberts our CEO, they call him Tom like Major Tom, he comes from the army. Riveri didn’t mention this to, you?”
Treasure explains. while Sisley is shaking her head than laughing.

“No, he said just Tom without any comment, but thank you, I got the address. I will send it off and then leave, see you tomorrow Treasure, bey-bey.” Sisley gets the posters ready to send them off.

She’s leaving the office walking along the corridor, watching Anita the fat personnel girls walking into her office. Sisley passed by the door thinking out loud. “This is just a student job! When that’s how comfortable looks like I better don’t get too comfortable. I don’t ever want to end up like one of them here.”

The second day, ten o’clock Sisley arrives at the office, she’s the only one whose office is behind the second glass door. All other offices and a huge empty room at the end of the corridor are closed. She’s having a look next door at the empty CEO’s office who has a much nicer interior than hers. No one of the colleagues is in so far. Sisley starts her computer, installs a new screensaver which she had found in one of the promotional kits for this logistic company. The fresh shiny, orange screensaver background is the only thing in the office that has a refreshing, dynamical appeal. She’s having a look next door at the empty CEO’s office who has a much nicer interior than hers. She doesn’t notice that Treasure came over to her office and is now standing at the door. “Hello, good morning Sisley, and is your boss already in?” Treasure is asking.

“No, not yet,” Sisley replies. “Oh, then you are alone here?” Treasure asks looking at Sisley. “Yes, it’s great here, I have the whole west wing on my own!” Sisley laughs.

“Oh, the good and expensive office interior here is left unused! That’s how they spend the money! Bo has just got all the new office interior and then moves on to a new office in Berlin. We the ground staff are left with all these broken tables.” Treasure scolds.

“Well, maybe I should just change the tables, swapping his table for mine, then it’s not that wasted office interior and it would give more space to my office,” Sisley speaks out loud in her redecoration plans.

“Why not? Sounds like a good idea. He sits now in Berlin so it’s most unlikely you will ever see him, he never comes here. If you need any help let me know.”

Treasure leaves and Sisley starts to invent the filing system. By twelve the phone rings. “Hi Sisley, I’m sick I won’t be in this week. I explained to you yesterday, how to do the reports, are the ones for today ready? I need them daily best before ten o’clock when we have the conference call!” Riveri in his so not friendly manner.

“Well, but then I need to start before ten, maybe 9:00 am. That’s okay with you?” Sisley asks and is delighted about the turn for her earlier starting time. “Sure, of course, otherwise the reports, couldn’t be ready by ten am, could they?” Riveri replies.
“Exactly! Mmmh so far the computer is still not set up, all I could do is install a screensaver.” Sisley informs Riveri. “Okay, I call Ernie, he will set it up, anything else?” Riveri asks.

“No, well, yes, the furniture next door, seems like no one uses them, they actually would fit very well in my office, could I exchange the furniture, giving the room a bit more space?” Sisley asks cheekily.

“Oh, that’s a good idea, yes, go for it, and think of my reports, daily. Bye.”

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The Agency – a new start

Chapter I from the book Airways – I’m not in Hollywood

Sisley arrives at the logistic company Airways one of the largest international logistic companies world-wide where she is supposed to have a job interview. After registering with the receptionist at the 4th floor she carries on, going up to the 5th floor where the Manager Riveri who she has the job interview with has his office.

The door is half-open, she enters the room and to her surprise, the office is empty, no Riveri. First, she waits while standing in the empty room.

After a short while, she decides to go back, asking the Receptionist to help her out. The Receptionist tries to call the Manager and leaves a message on the Managers cell phone that a candidate is waiting for a job interview.

Sisley goes up again to the office: no Riveri at first, when suddenly from underneath the table a head appears, Riveri the Export Manager. He takes a seat on his chair then looks at Sisley “Hello?” The guy is asking like he’d been sitting on his chair for the last thirty minutes.

Sisley was astonished “Riveri? I’ve already been here thirty minutes ago, I’m Sisley from the temp firm. We had an interview scheduled for ten am.

 Riveri fully confident: “Didn’t you see me? I was here all the time.”

Sisley, while rolling her eyes: “Oh, no, somehow I must have missed you, but didn’t you hear me? I said Hello when I came in here thirty minutes ago?”

Riveri harrumphs and then starts: “Hm, no. But anyway, you see how busy I am here. Things sometimes go like this, somehow chaotic, so this is why I need someone for organizing this office. We have some projects running there are priorities to be set. I need to be able to rely on this person that does this job here. Of course, you have to be a decent, trustworthy person. Most of what we do is top secret. Can you deal with such an environment?”

Sisley fakes an understanding smile: “Of course, I have worked in a busy environment before. That’s not new to me. That’s probably why the agency suggested me for that role.”

Riveri is nodding with his head, convinced. “Yes, it seems to me as you could handle this job. The position is based on twenty-five hours a week. I need you to be here daily, five hours, five days a week. Your starting time can be flexible adjust to your study as you like.” He blubs out. “Sounds great, that suits perfectly.”

Sisley agrees in a friendly tone. “Okay, then you could start Monday. I will confirm with the agency. As already said, some days might be as busy as today, so don’t wonder if you come in the morning finding me under the table.” Riveri jokes

“Yes, sure, just like today, or maybe I find you here in the morning sleeping on the table for exhaustion.” Sisley laughs.

“Yes, that could easily happen, too. I see you understand our business.” Riveri stands up and moves towards Sisley for a handshake.

“Right. Thank you very much Riveri, I’m looking forward to starting on Monday.” Sisley confirms. “Yes, see you on Monday, have a charming afternoon.”

Riveri re-confirms while opening the office door. “Goodbye, Riveri, for you, too.” Sisley walks out of the office.

Sisley walks along the corridor, taking the stairs down back to the fourth floor returning the visitor pass at the reception desk. “Did you find Riveri? How was the interview?” The Receptionist is asking and smiles at Sisley.

“Yes, I found him. He appeared suddenly from underneath the desk. It seems like the guy desperately needs someone to organize his office. This lucky person will be me. I’m going to start on Monday.” Sisley answers, and at the same time, she feels a kind of release.

Sisley returns to the job agency where she is presently supposed to work for Ms. Bacon until she gets her first client contract. Ms. Bacon does not believe Sisley to have the job as the confirmation Email has not arrived in her inbox, yet. “Oh, Sisley, nice to see you how did the interview went on?” Ms Bacon asks.

 “Well, good so far we agreed that I start on Monday. It’s actually for 25 hours which I agreed to because that perfectly fits my study.” Sisley happily reports. ”Oh, that’s fantastic! We can change your contract hours for the deployment with this customer from full-time to part-time. I get the paperwork ready, and all you need to do is to sign it.” The consultant replies.

“Yes, and as agreed, please add the unpaid holidays for my quarterly examen dates as well as we already discussed,” Sisley adds. In the afternoon, Sisley signs the written additions on the contract and then leaves the agency.

*

Two days later, on a Thursday Sisley is already at the job agency working on a job for Ms. Bacon who arrives after ten. Ms. Bacon first checks her E-Mails then she turns to Sisley. ”Hm, Sisley I still haven’t received any confirmation E-Mail from Mr. Riveri about your deployment. I sent an E-Mail to the personnel department our contact here at the airport, asking about more details, but they say they don’t know anything about. Are you sure you agreed to start on Monday?” Ms. Bacon asks with an ironic underlying tone.

Sisley is looking up surprised. “Yes, that’s what we agreed to. As far as I know, the paperwork goes through the Munich personnel department and not Frankfurt. That’s what he said. Maybe, it’s a good idea to contact the company’s personnel department in Munich who is responsible for the deployment and deals with the contract details?” Sisley asks slightly cynically.

“Yes! They finally have sent the confirmation E-Mails directly from Munich and I even could make them sign for the higher rate, I just received the fax confirmation.” Ms. Bacon bursts out happily.
Changing her voice into a strict tone of voice towards Sisley. “Sisley, you will start on Monday as discussed.” Ms. Bacon demands.

Sisley sitting in front of her computer rolling her eyes and mumbling. “Did she think I made that up?” Shouting in a friendly faking voice towards Ms. Bacon’s office. ”Great, I’m so lucky, looking forward to Monday!”

Something new – Part II

Chapter II from the book Blossom Hill

Ten o’clock in the morning, Mia is sitting at her desk at university. Luckily, she got a seat, standing right now would be hell. She had had just three hours sleep and in about half an hour, they have to give the presentation about a new interior design. The three of them have to present their latest ideas. They have worked it out on a computer. Mia has the final part. Actually, the first girl talks for over fifteen minutes; Chris presents the second part, but he doesn’t stick to his topic and takes over Mia’s part also. They are marked 50 % on presentation and now almost nothing is left for Mia to say about the project. Chris has already spread out all of the design ideas, including showing the plans, while Mia is just staring at Chris wondering why he takes her part, thinking, What should that be, doesn’t he get it? So far, everyone is impressed by the demonstration.

Now it’s Mia’s turn to fill fifteen minutes while the original presentation time is already over and everything has been said. She’s speechless and totally pissed with Chris. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes for a second, stumbling: “Please give me any idea to make this time up, what’s missing here, apart from covering the cost?” But the presentation is not about financial business plans. It’s about the design and bringing in innovations, and she starts: “So this is how it looks when you do the traditional planning, and everything is solidly constructed.” She points to the living room. “And the colors are chosen for a decent design, right? But don’t you think there is something missing, something called ‘life’? When I look at this, I guess I would get kind of depressed after half an hour with these walls, wouldn’t you? So, the idea is, bring some life in from the pictures to the walls, either with themes according to the seasons or you can choose to program your own. It goes like this: a lighting installation that allows you to beam pictures or videos including sound. The main beamer to the huge wall of the living room and one flexible where you can choose where to beam on to and you have the options of the timing of course. There will be a pre-set theme with fireplaces, so you can beam your fire on the wall, a nature walk, an ocean, or you can run skiing impressions for winter time and some Copacabana, or rooftop nights for summer themes.”

She takes another deep breath, spreading her installation ideas. The fifteen minutes are almost over, and this idea is new. No one has mentioned it yet. She finishes her presentation: “Of course, you will also be able to control the lighting, water, and heating system. So this gives you control. For example, you can run your bathwater by simply pressing a button. You can dim your lights with pre-set-themes—which of course is also beneficial when you are on holiday, you can create your “Kevin home alone” scenario from your holiday apartment or a café in the city, wherever you are and in addition keep your home protected from any intruders.”

Some of her classmates raise their eyebrows, but the tutor seems to find her idea appealing. Chris stared at Mia. Of course, this was nothing they had discussed before. The decent color scheme, to keep the interior in a natural balance, was her idea, so that’s why she did not hesitate to make it now look boring and rather pale and colourless and light it up with a new idea. Chris seemed unimpressed with Mia’s new ideas. He had been the first one not to play fair, so why should she bother about it now. Although they received high marks, she knew now to be more careful about who to choose to work with and be better prepared next time when it involved teamwork.

Mick actually liked the idea and asked for suggestions on how he could incorporate it into one of his projects. They went out for lunch to meet Mac and Versa who just laughed when Mia told the story about Chris who had taken advantage of the situation and how she had turned it. “He’s such a pussy.”

Mac was gossiping about him and he started telling weird stories about Chris—how he had made it through his exams and getting bonus points. The afternoon was just a boring lecture about legal stuff with loads of paragraphs no one wanted to know about, despite the fact that in certain situations it might be important.

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Office talks

from the book A double Irish and a Dutch

Avoka walks over to her place, starting the system. Her new colleagues, who had had the training for the last two weeks and who had badly complained on Friday about how crap it was, were just coming out of another question and answer game session, wondering about an answer and asking Avoka what she thought was right, so Avoka answered B. It is about the ranking which display would be first. The two reply, “Yes that’s what we thought too, but the guy said it was A.” After fifteen minutes asking around, including the team-leader and the guys in India, it turns out for the right answer to be B and this really was the basis of the business. One of the new guys shakes his head. “You really have to scarf this down, don’t you!”  Cavern comes over, explaining that the guy made a mistake and this could happen; it wasn’t his fault, so now this issue was solved and he could not be responsible for the mistake because the guy is no official trainer so he was just trying to help. The two nod. Sure, it was solved but now the two had also had a taste of the so professional training and how they would deal with issues. But the two just went on and started talking about their favorite German politicians and Gregor Gisi was such a hero and how many people liked him on YouTube that he added, “Die Linke is voll geil,” which means something like the left wings are so genius.”

Avoka stared in the air, thinking, “And this you have to scarf down, too.” She looks at the guys and again she cannot understand that the recruiting person chose them and her for doing the same job. What should be the common thing they had that was necessary for doing the job except speaking German?

And the day went on. Someone needed to do some translation. So now the new super genius from the German team was asked to look over the English/German translation that the Italian girl had translated. Of course, there was no better head for doing the translation than by a non-native speaking person first and then to be checked by a native speaker, but why not. Doing the English/German translation seemed to be her new job. That was what she originally had been enrolled for as a Translator. Avoka wondered why she then had been in the technical training with her for the technical customer support role, but anyway.

By eleven thirty the super-genius arrived, the guy who had been in the German team for the last year and the only one who was still there. Acutally, all other guys had quit so far. Avoka went down with him for a fag; he would explain her issue, how to handle it, asking questions and answers to be prepared for the exam as Avoka’s exam was now scheduled for next week.

While walking around in the car park Josh told her that the Italian girl had her exam two weeks ago but had failed and yes, she now would do the translations. Avoka looked in the air but somehow wasn’t really impressed. Whatever these people were looking for in employees, she could not really figure out. The only person to have a normal conversation with was Josh, and he was the only one who would have real answers and he was honest to Avoka about what it was about how to answer those customer queries to keep the customers satisfied without making much effort. Josh also told her he was working on another project for an online gaming thing and finally had his license.

In the afternoon, Cavern got up from his desk and in his typical manner he looked around over his team’s heads. “Guys, we are having a meeting. Come in the room, please.” This looked so silly; an e-mail would have done, too, instead of making this announcement in that way, but anyway. Everyone got up into the conference room.

Cavern started his presentation, stated some basic rules like we help each other, the old staff helps the new staff and we don’t say the word ‘impossible’ and the presentation went on in that style. Again, Avoka was wondering if this was for a kindergarten group, as this kind, of ‘instructions’ she had last heard in the kindergarten at age five, as far as she remembered. Cavern went on with future plans, how they were growing and then he repeated his phrase five times: “we will take over this floor…” that seemed to be his main mission. There was also the goal that the e-mails had to be handled in a more efficient way and that a case should be dealt with in two e-mails and that more e-mail exchange was not acceptable. The Spanish guy argued that this would be part of his good customer statistics that he made his customers feel good about investigating his cases really, profoundly and keeping them updated. Cavern simply ignored the Spanish guy’s arguments; it did not interest him at all what was needed to keep the customer statistics up. The meeting was finished and everyone was shaking their heads.

Shortly before Avoka wanted to leave she got an e-mail with her instructions for the exam and again this was written in a way that she had training sessions to improve her understanding. Avoka had just read the first line and already run mad about the way this was written and sent to other people. Immediately Cavern was standing next to her. “Avoka, what’s your problem? In the room, please.” This was really, too much, she had enough of that communication style and she just grinned into Cavern’s face.

“I find that communication style unprofessional and it’s not the way I want people to talk to me and certainly not when other people are involved.” Cavern could not understand her concerns. Of course, not. For him this was a normal communication style; for Avoka it sounded like fifth class. But anyway. Cavern again claimed he was the boss. So, well.

Avoka was just happy to leave. She went straight to the river bar, where she was having her Monday night salsa class. The building was showing the colorful flag supporting the actual vote for gay couples to be allowed to get married. It looked cool and inside was a great atmosphere. A live band was playing and another girl was already sitting there. She had just ordered a beer and chicken. Avoka joined and ordered a Caesar salad and glass of prosecco.

At eight o’clock the class began and the place was crowded. They started with a warm-up similar to a Zumba style, all lined up in three rows together following two guys who performed steps, turns and sexy moves to hot Latin music. Then they split up the class into beginners and improvers. Avoka’s friend stepped up to the improver class this time and they all had a blast. They took two hours including the Kizomba class, the erotic dance style that is danced really close together. Avoka just wished her dance partner could be Ian; honestly, she didn’t like it much dancing so closely with that kind of guy, whereas it was a mixed group from Irish, Latin like Spain, Portuguese, Brazil to Eastern block-countries like Poland.

Avoka was happy when the class was over. Her friend came over and they left the club. Avoka unlocked her bike, and the salsa dance teacher was standing at the door, commenting to the two, “You did great, girls, see you next week.”

The two winked over to him, shouting, “Yeah, see you, it was a great class. Thank you.”

The Spanish girl agreed with Avoka about the Kizomba dance style but she felt great after the dancing whereas she had to face much trouble at her workplace with some guys who tried their best to get her out of the job as a project manager, suggesting to Avoka, “Oh, yes the dancing was great; all we need to do is dance more salsa and life feels much better.” Avoka laughed, agreed, and drove off O’Connell Bridge.

A new morning but the same shit continued in the office. The first e-mail she read was from Cavern in one of his professional written styles saying, “She has signed it.” This was about the additional paper they had asked Avoka to sign stating that if she wouldn’t pass the test, her contract could be terminated as consequence. As this was also written in the regular contract that they keep reviewing the job and passing the tests, signing these paper, was unnecessary; they wouldn’t claim anything different that had not already been signed.

Avoka knew this game already from her time with the Fruit of the Loom company. This was a typical method here to get rid of uncomfortable employees. One of the lawyers she had contacted had already explained this process to her. Of course, they never intended her to pass the exam, that was for sure.

At 10 o’clock Cavern announced a meeting. Ten people walked into one of the meeting rooms that looked more like a glass cell and was for video conferences with a maximum of 6 people. One of the Spanish guys started playing with the video camera, showing each of the colleagues from their least fortunate side. Everyone laughed, then Cavern entered the room asking Mario to shut the door – of course this was certainly a top-secret meeting as we shared the whole food with another team of 10 people who worked on some apps and who had flagged their territory with a pirate flag. He asked the Spanish guy to stop playing with the video camera and then announced his news of the day: “Josh has resigned, business as usual. Okay, guys you can go back to work now.”

Avoka thought, Oh, my God, he was the only guy to talk to and the only one who had some kind of know-how, but okay, for her the days were counted anyway. Back on her desk, Avoka commented: “Well, there’s no place to get old here.”

One of the German guys replied, “Maybe not old but gray, when I see the applications and policies here, one would not think this is that high-tech giant; the hard- and software they use is rather antique.”

Avoka smiled towards him. “Agreed. Well, that’s even more a reason not to get old here.”

Their other German colleague who was going through his e-mails commented, “Oh, man, our great French project manager didn’t approve our order, the modern ergonomic keyboards, and no second screen.”

Alex replied, “No? Yeah, that’s what I thought anyway when I see how they work here.”

Bill shouted, “I can’t work on just one screen and certainly not this one.” 

Alex said, “Hey, calm down, we just do that job here and once everything is settled we bring our own shit and do our programming! That’s easy here and with the coffee stuff, snacks and times it’s chill here compared to those other call centers that I know you won’t have anywhere that kind of freedom.”

Avoka asked, “No, do you know more call centers here?”   

Alex replied, “Yes, and I can tell you, you don’t want to know how they work.”

Avoka said, “Well, I heard about that.”

Alex turned to Bill. “Let’s see, we take the exam tomorrow.” 

Bill said, “I do that with my left hand. It’s easy stuff, man. I want to program.”

Then turning to Avoka, he said, “Why didn’t they already schedule you? You always know all the answers.”

Avoka replied, “Well, no matter what answer I give they evaluate it as wrong; here again, I got yesterday’s evaluation. Josh had agreed it was everything right, but this Rajet has given me just moderate. I’m going to ask him later on what was wrong on those answers.”

Bill laughed, “Oh, so no matter what answer you’re giving it’s the wrong one. I already realized that; what do they have against you?”

Avoka replied, “Actually, I don’t know; it all started with this Mario guy. In the beginning, he was like ‘Oh, you did Java programming, did you?’

And I answered yes, and since that moment he comments on what I say with correct or not correct, just like he’s jeopardizing the answers.”

Bill said, “Yes, because you always talk so much.”

Avoka shrugged. “Sure, I talk so much.”

Bill added, “Yes, I mean that in another way. I realized that, too, like Cavern was telling us we have to work in shifts–one has to come in early, the other late and then switch. But I told him, I don’t want to work late, then I have nothing from the day and don’t see my girlfriend and he got totally pissed.”

Avoka asked, “Really? I thought you were his favorite, that he would be rather understanding for you.”

Bill said, “Yes, that’s what I thought, too, but you have to be careful; he plays friendly but actually he isn’t.”

Avoka agreed, “Yes, it seems so. But I don’t understand why they play this whole game; if they don’t want me to work here, they could just fire me. It’s all in probation period; there was no need for this game.”

Alex added, “Yeah, that’s the way they play it; they will prove you that you couldn’t do the job; they won’t confess any other issues–that’s why they turn it all that way. And as we all need this job here, no one will help you with this; they are all going to shut up, as they depend on their jobs. I experienced that in a previous place, too–the minute you say something they play against you and you have no chance.”

Avoka agreed, “Yes, maybe I should give me my own leave paper from this institution.”

Bill said, “You should have just shut up, but you had to say something!”

Avoka said, “Thanks, I’m looking forward to my Rajet session; this is the most torture of it all. One hour of his Indian accent straight in your ear, and he doesn’t let me say a thing. He talks continuously. Except for those five questions yesterday he was talking non-stop. But anyway.” She turned toward the two. 

“Good luck with your exam today!”  Avoka’s training session started right after lunch. Rajet appeared on the screen and Avoka asked,

“Why did you rate me with moderate on those questions? I gave all the right answers!”

Rajet answered, “Yes, okay, I won’t evaluate you anymore.”

Avoka just replied, “Okay!” He gave no further explanation but actually, this was a part written in the additional papers that she would get a written evaluation from each session so that she could get an idea what to work on. But it was senseless to get into any further discussion with this guy. The next hour he would tell her anything about advanced video implementation which was an extra exam the ones who had been here for a year now had just passed. Absolutely, irrelevant for her examination, and she knew he did that extra. On another topic about advanced traffic shaping, he told her that was very important to know about the Control Manager. She was just happy that the hour was over, Rajet immediately wrote an e-mail he would not send an evaluation. Avoka decided to say nothing and just pass it on to her lawyer; she was tired of any discussion with these Indian guys.

Bill looked at Avoka. “What bullshit are you talking about? The Control Manager? This is stuff no one will ask you about; concentrate on the relevant stuff, girl!”

Avoka replied, “That’s the bullshit he told me. I should go through this; this was relevant.”

Bill was just shaking his head. Alex was in his examination; after an hour, he came back to the desk relieved–he had passed. Now it was Bill’s turn, and he actually came out twenty minutes later complaining, “This is such bullshit–what questions they asked! I didn’t understand that Indian bitch. They asked me questions even you wouldn’t know and this French guy just laughed and immediately left. This asshole–he is so arrogant.”

Cavern came to Bill’s desk saying he shouldn’t worry, he was scheduled again for tomorrow when he didn’t understand the Indian girl that was total understandable and he shouldn’t worry. Everyone knew this had nothing to do with the Indian girl, but anyway, they wanted him to pass, so the next day he passed.

And immediately he walked around, telling everyone he easily managed the test and how great he was, how his previous result wasn’t that bad; he’d almost had beaten Alex. Alex looked up, rolling his eyes, then agreeing. “Yes, of course, your result wasn’t that bad.” Bill kept walking around the floor letting out his inner chimp.

Avoka still hadn’t received any dates for her examination and meanwhile Cavern totally ignored her. She wasn’t involved in anything at all, even when it was about translations; that was done by the Italian girl who wasn’t a native German speaker but still he preferred her doing the translations. Avoka only held a degree in Media communication but anyway, who cared? She had her regular training session with the Indian guy, who again was talking for an hour, this time talking about third-party ad handling. Avoka just stared into the screen, nodding her head, once in a while. Again, she was just listening for an hour while nothing new was being said, once in a while smiling into the screen without saying a single word for the hole hour.

She only was happy when the session was over. She was just wondering, asking herself why she had to do that, why didn’t she just quit. But her lawyer had asked her to stay and let them fire her and foremost to get through the exam to get more evidence of their unfair marking. She spent her lunch break at the Epic Bar, which was really a cool place for a lunch break, a pub with cool music, a terrace and screen outside to watch sport plays. At the wall was written in big letters, WORK HARD, PLAY HARD. So, that reminded her to stay.

She quickly answered some e-mails from the Amsterdam guy; he would come over on Friday, so they had the weekend to plan for their promotion strategy for the E-Bikes. The Irish tourist office had also further inquiries with upcoming events and Avoka was also in discussion with them for planning tourist sightseeing tours on E-bikes throughout Dublin. She arranged a meeting for Friday afternoon. She also received the first positive feedback from the Jameson Bar and a restaurant who both were interested in participating as tourist attractions in the E-bike Dublin tours in form of a co-operation. Avoka was really excited so there was a lot of work to do.

She also had received a message from Hunt. A week before he had written a message stating how much he would have liked to be there to explore Dublin, as it really seemed to be a great place which he would like to visit, but now he had sent a message like this was totally out of reach. Avoka didn’t get it but she was tired of this Whatsapp-message-only kind of conversation with a guy she had met only once. Obviously, he wasn’t interested to meet in real life for whatever reason but Avoka didn’t like the exchange with a guy she only knew that vaguely. She sent a picture with a kiss saying locked, kiss to unlock and he never replied to that message; he was just ghosting her now. So, it was.

She went back to work, reading through the ad management, which was interesting anyway. Bill started his first tickets answering customer queries reading aloud the client’s question then asking, “What the fuck is an ad medium?”

Avoka rolling her eyes, thinking, that question wasn’t serious, was it? She badly bit her tongue; no, she would not say anything to this. Those were the banners/ad spaces they sold and made a billion-dollar business but anyway. Bill was definitely the ad hero, and the kind of guy they were looking for at this workplace.

Again, Avoka wished she could just walk out the door and never come back. There was another short meeting announced. The ten guys again all walked in the glass room that was designed for a maximum of six people. Cavern proudly presented the two new team members as having passed their exams and now supporting effectively the team, then announced the plan for his absence from next Wednesday while he would be on his trip to India visiting the headquarters, which included everyone but Avoka, of course.  Late afternoon Avoka received her schedule for her exams, which were set for Thursday the following week.

Dinner at Hugo’s

Avoka was just happy to leave at five. She had an appointment with a real estate agent and Ian for viewing some rooms she could use as an office for their promotion company on Upper Baggot Street, close to Stephen’s Green park. She was excited and her expectation got topped;

To be continued….

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Surprise, suprise

from the book A double Irish and a Dutch

Tonight, she couldn’t care less; she was ready, set to party and joined Harry, whose daughter and boyfriend had meanwhile arrived and who were already dancing on the dance floor. The music was playing and she felt like love was in the air. Harry, looking at Avoka, had seen her smile on her face while she was texting, was now jeering at her. “Who was it, the sexy ghost lover or the hot rugby player?” 

Avoka looked up with a grin. “Both.”

Harry said, “Well, what a great combination; maybe I should also get a ghost dancer for the nights my girlfriend is off.” 

Avoka giggled, “Well, the ghost is not always appearing at exact the moment you wish.”

Harry replied, “Oh, damn, if they both appear at the same time, that’s trouble, of course.” 

Avoka said, “Well, with a Whatsapp ghost it’s good to handle.”

They all laughed out loud. Avoka said, “Maybe I should have another drink; let’s see who else appears then.”

She wasn’t finished with her sentence and this drunk girl from the Fruit of the Loom “farm”, the one Avoka once had worked with on the team, is standing right in front of her. “What are you doing here? I thought you were gone.”

Avoka said, “Does it look like I’m gone? Maybe you are seeing a ghost “buh”. Or are you so drunk that you don’t really know who is standing in front of you.”

A voice behind the girl appeared. “Oh, my God!” Avoka was thinking, the other asshole, the same duo, just like last night’s party. Would they stay here?  That would ruin the whole night. But he was shouting after the drunk girl that she should come now, they had to go to another party. The drunk girl actually tried to make her way to the shouting guy but somehow missing the door, she walked the wrong way. The exit was on the other side or was she thinking she could walk through a glass wall? Both were already on an alcohol level that made it damn hard to understand what they were saying, and one was wondering how they even could still stand or walk. But Avoka just felt lucky that they both made a U-turn and found their way through the crowd and out of the bar. She was feeling relieved when in a blink of her eye, at the same moment, someone entered the door–someone who looked quite familiar. This someone, looking damn good, was moving toward her; it was Ian. 

Avoka was surprised; that was the last thing she had expected, him coming here to Cork. He walked through the crowd then stopped in front of her with a cheeky smile. She smiled at him, looking into his eyes, asking, “Did you get lost on the way from London to Dublin?”

He laughed. “I needed an emergency landing, well, I heard there was a party in Cork tonight with some special guests which could be worthwhile.”

Avoka winked. “Oh, something could be worthwhile, hey?”

He smiled. “Yes, something very worthwhile, and I just couldn’t resist taking that Cork flight.” 

He opened his arms and wrapped them around her shoulders, giving her a long kiss. It was some time ago she had last been together with him but there was no better place to be right now than in his arms. Her hands around his neck, she is whispering, “I see, yes, this could be something very worthwhile.” And they kiss again in the middle of the dance floor. The music is playing Wicked Wonderland.

A half hour later they all sit at the river window, having a good time, drinking champagne, and whisky, sharing old stories and fresh ideas how Avoka can overcome her job dilemma.

Harry is creating ideas how they also can fight back the Fruit of the Loom giant who had played this sneaky game on her by pretending her figures weren’t good enough and making her sign this additional paper and pressuring her with legal consequences that could lead to dismissal.

Always with this “could” and “we’ll give you another chance” thing. But Harry already knew how they would just play with those statistical figures, as he had seen and experienced it himself how quick and easy they were about dispersing the figures just as it suited them and how the manager would make manual adjustments. So, neither of those employees who were shown how bad their results were nor the employees who always had the continuously consistent 90% rate over months were reliable. Also, they were using more than two different systems that always showed huge discrepancies in their metrics.

He was quite good friends, or kind of, with one of the Managers, who sometimes told him on that after-work drinks in the Pub what jobs he had to do, so he knew how they manipulated things. Harry had heard a lot and he knew how unfairly this was played and that they had done that just to have the possibility to put pressure on Avoka whenever they needed to. Harry was saying, “If there was anything about the job you do that would be really bad or not good enough, you were quicker gone than you came. They employ almost 150 new people every month. Especially while you are on probation period there wasn’t any need to keep someone if the person wouldn’t do a good job. They love doing this; they played the same on a guy in my team and this went on and on they would always make him sign some additional paper to give themselves the opportunity of dismissal, mostly for having the freedom to put pressure on the people whenever they liked to or to have a ‘buh-man’ whenever they need one.”

On one side Harry liked working for that giant, as he was interested in their whole business construct, but the way they played those games on employees was also against his work ethics and he assured Avoka he would help her to fight back. Avoka had seen a lawyer but she had told her that there were not many chances, to prove that the figures had been manipulated. So Avoka simply had looked for another job and had than quit, but was again in the same situation in the new company who had a similar work style. Harry gave in.  “Yes, I know that they love playing this on you; you are too much for them.”They all laughed.

Most people said exactly the contrary and would say, “Yeah, there must be something that you do that annoys them that they all act that way.”

But Harry added, “Yes, in my company in Germany I had experienced the same thing. There was one girl, more that kind of beauty if you know what I mean, keen, quiet, resourceful, who really brought in good ideas. One would think that she would be popular with those others and that this would improve the work productivity and effectiveness. But they all tried to put her down, spreading lies, both men and woman—in, particular one, who really was good and you would think he is not in need of acting like that. But wrong. He saw her as too much competition. And in your present job where you are, Avoka, with those young guys, especially with such a strong cultural macho background like Latin and Indian, you as a woman–you think they like that?”

Again, the whole corner table laughed. Harry’s daughter threw in. “Well, Honey, they are not against you, they are for themselves. So, you better fight for yourself, too.” She shows a bittersweet smile, flashing her white teeth, then adding, “We’ll find a way to turn that around. On both companies, we’ll turn that bullying into gold. My boyfriend’s father is a lawyer who works in a well-known law company who has dealt with those companies before. I’ll talk to him to make an appointment for you.”

Everyone supported this idea and they kept on making plans on how to fight those sneaky giants back. Harry agreed, “Yes, the best is their 8-minute-desk-absence-policy for the toilet!” Ian looked up questioningly. “Eight-minute-desk-absence-policy for the toilet?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, every employee has to put himself on a menu with a few options like available, unavailable, meeting, coaching, break and idle. And apart from anything that you are scheduled to, you are allowed 8 minutes of idle time a day. And if you need to go to the toilet in between you are allowed, to put it on idle but the maximum daily idle time is eight minutes.”

Harry’s daughter said, “Fantastic because the toilet is something that can be scheduled so well.” Ian bursts into laughter. “Seriously? And what happens if you’re over?”

Harry said, “Well, they have a set percentage of discrepancies on those figures but anything else counts as an incident. The same as if you are more than five minutes late–it will be reported and no matter what reason for, it counts as an incident, the same as being sick. And in general, if you have more than three incidents within six months you’re getting kicked out. Of course, they play with this policy; there are many who are sick all the time like Avoka’s team-leader who are far beyond three incidents and who are still there.”

Avoka agreed, “Yes, actually the time I used to work there, when I had moved to my flat, the neighbor girl had told me that before me a Spanish girl had lived in the flat and she had been kicked out of the Fruit of the Loom company because she had been late three times.” Avoka continued, “This was funny anyway as she said the Spanish girl now worked for Voxgo. This was the same company who had made me an offer and where I had been in March for three days but decided not to sign the contract because of the unprofessionalism of the team leader and organization. This company actually, had worked on the project I’m working on now, but their quality wasn’t good enough, so they took it away from them.”

Ian threw in, “And they gave it to that so professional Indian outsource company you are working with now?” He shook his head. “As if they do a better job on the project, seriously?”

Harry agreed and burst into laughter. “This is unbelievable, but quality has a different definition here. It is not like our understanding of delivering the best solution for the customer but for the company’s most benefit, of course.”

Ian nodded. “Ah, so solving the customer’s problem is not really asked for.”

Avoka said, “Exactly, just making him feel like you are understanding and bringing across how you can’t help him in a friendly way.” Harry said, “But it’s funny, Avoka, that with each company you end up with the same project and the competencies get worse and worse with those people.” 

Avoka added, “And actually it’s not just the same project. I also meet the same people again, the Voxgo team-leader and some other girl I had met again at the Fruit of the Loom company they work there, too, now.”

Harry said, “No, seriously? It’s really hard to understand how they get so successful with that.”

Avoka said, “Yes, but it seems to work for them. The company stands as damn successful–at least it looks like it.”

Harry mused, “But if they build their business on the same figures like they manage the figures in the systems we work with, you can be sure that 90% from the one person compared to 90% with another are based on totally different grounds. Just like yesterday, one of the guys came back from a two-weeks holiday but had consistently a 90% rate on his stats. I wonder how he managed this with not answering a single chat–that’s impressive, isn’t it?” Everyone laughs.

Ian said, “Yes, who knows if those financial figures they put out are real and their brand value or maybe it’s just kind of overrated just like they did with the real estate bubble?” Harry agreed, “Well that would be a point but we’ll see. We must find a way to prove it.”

Ian said, “All right, I put my menu on idle time for the 8 minutes for now.” He laughs and stands up, walking to the toilet.

Harry said, “Well, yes, I think it’s time to put mine on unavailable.” 

Avoka laughed, “Oh, I think that’s the one we’re not allowed to set.”

Harry said, “Oh, damn. So, what will this get me now, an incident?” 

Avoka said, “Maybe.” Harry replied, “Anyway, I think we should count the incidents. I’m with you, Avoka. I will try to get some more people involved. If we go for suing them together we stand much better chances. What do you think?”

Avoka agreed. “Yes, that’s a good idea, I guess, and we can bring much more awareness to how these companies really work and who takes the profit out, including their mysterious tax strategies they use.”

Harry said, “Yes, but that’s another issue but we’ll keep an eye on it, too. I know they are running claims in the US, too.”

Ian returns to the table. “Hey guys, I have an idea for another point that’s certainly not on one of your company’s menus and would cause another incident.”

He’s flashing a smile towards Avoka. “Ah, and I guess it’s one worthwhile incident, isn’t it?”

Ian is nodding and Harry says, “Oh, I’m sure it’s one that’s never getting on the menu, and certainly not by law.”

Harry’s daughter says, “Well, well, but that’s the one I thought about already the last 30 minutes and I like that one! Let’s go!”  

They all get up, pay at the bar’s till and leave the Electric. Harry takes a cap home. His daughter is spending the night with her boyfriend at his place and Ian and Avoka walk over to the Imperial hotel where Ian has booked a suite.

Avoka wakes up in the morning with sweet kisses on her face and Ian holding her tight, flashing his bright smile into her face, and they enjoy breakfast in bed. Two hours later they take some time to the Escape, the Hotel’s spa, having the pool all to themselves.

It’s an incredible atmosphere swimming those long lines. The pool is built in an old traditional Roman style with high marble columns. Ian is hanging at the pool’s edge; Avoka is swimming toward him. He wraps his arms around her, lifting her up and kisses her lips. Than they both sink into the water, skin on skin. Even when they are drowning it feels like they are becoming one and it feels like they are each other’s air. In this moment, she knows he must be the one.  

Late that afternoon they take a stroll through the Crawford Gallery and then make their way back to Dublin. They arrive at about ten o’clock. Ian drops Avoka at her flat at Marlborough Road No 6.

Avoka is happy, feeling like she is on cloud number seven but coming down quickly when she opens the door.  At the corridor stands a crowd of people, the two guys from the ground floor and three friends. They wink at Avoka, who walks over to them. One of the guys starts, “The girl from the front flat was screaming for help. When we asked, the boyfriend came out saying everything was okay.”

The couple in the front flat must have had a bitter fight and the guys were wondering what to do. Now it was quiet. One was suggesting to call the police but everyone was afraid the boyfriend would put it on them and might beat them off. So, they all decided when she screams again to go in and call the police.

Avoka was a bit shocked but then went upstairs. You never knew how they would react; the guy was from Tunisia and the girl she hadn’t seen before. She gets her bed ready and then a good night message from Hunt arrives. She sends a sleeping moon back, wishing sweet dreams. 

Work hard, play hard 

A bike trip to work 

The next morning Avoka takes her bike that she had picked up the week before in the city store, a second-hand bike. She gets ready and opens the door, looking down into the big brown eyes of a young pony that is standing in front of her door…

To be continued….

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New plan, new man

from the book i-Land – A double Irish and a Dutch

Avoka goes for a coffee while Harry gets his hair done. She gets an SMS from Hunt, who once again, suggests to her about how much he would like to be with her at the same place now. Avoka already knows it’s just one of those Saturdays where he seems to have nothing better to do than sending SMS but never means it. She takes a picture of her coffee and some delicious chocolate biscuits and posts it over with the message, “Yes, look what you’re missing.”

He sends back a kiss picture and replies, “Oh, how much I would love that now.”

Avoka is sure he is either sitting somewhere alone and is bored or he is sitting with some other woman and is bored while sending those pics. They continue the SMS communication with what they would like to do each other when they were together, now exchanging kissing pics and commenting.

Avoka feels like playing Ken and Barbie with a guy and must laugh about this kind of communication. Finally, she tells him that she needs to go now; that she is meeting up with Harry, who has offered her a job for doing the PR and Social Media Campaigns for his new E-Roller.

Hunt writes back, “Seriously? That means what, you’re leaving your current job again? A multi-guru company against a start up?”

Avoka replies, “Yes. The current job is just a matter of time; they already asked me to sign such an assignment paper, similar, to the Fruit of the Loom thing that when I don’t fulfil the test results with their given percentage, they keep the rights to take consequences.”

Hunt replies, “Oh, not again, but well, I understand.  Yes, you’re right, whatever you do I’m with you.”

Avoka replies, “Oh, thank you, you are always so understanding.”

Hunt replies, “You’re really brave, I wish you good luck. You seem to have a good time in Cork, enjoy your night out.”

Avoka replies with a smile, kiss and thumb up and the message “Have a fabulous Saturday night, too.”

Avoka leaves the cafe and picks up Harry from the hair-dresser, who has a nice, fresh cut now. Avoka comments, “Looking good, ready to move on?”

Harry says, “Oh, thank you, yes, that hair had to go; it’s like what they say about women when they cut their hair leaving some past behind.”

Avoka answers, “Yes, exactly!”

Harry throws in, “We still have some time till the party starts at the Electric tonight. We could go to my place and try to contact the Dutch guy in Amsterdam who does the production and design part on the E-roller and we can discuss the next steps on how to promote it; what do you think, Avoka?”

Avoka replies, “Yes, that’s a great idea, let’s go.”

They walk over to Harry’s house. His daughter is preparing some late kind of brunch for her and her boyfriend. With a grinning smile, she says “Hello, you must be Avoka, right?”

Avoka replies, “Yes, and you are Tally, right?”

She nods, answering, “Yes, nice to meet you. I heard about you, Harry told me about your great team leader and the team at the Fruit of the Loom and how stupid they must be not to use your skills.”

Harry puts in, “Yes, actually I’m the lucky one who gets the advantage of it now; she will do the PR and social media campaigns for our E-roller. That’s why we are here now; we want to contact Jarome and discuss things.”

Tally says, “Wow, that’s great, you said yes? He was so hoping for it. Saying you are really tough, exactly the kind of person he needs for the job.”

Avoka smiles, “Oh, thank you, yes it will be a tough job, but I will do my best. It’s a great roller and I think it deserves some cool ideas to be promoted, doesn’t it?”

Tally says, “Yes, that’s true.”

They start a Google Hangout with Jarome, who luckily is at home and start talking through some ideas. Jarome is excited and really likes the suggestions that Avoka makes and they talk for another hour and agree to meet up next month to work out things more in detail and get to know each other in person. It’s a really productive afternoon and at seven p.m. Harry and Avoka call a cab to drive over to the Electric bar, where they have a great party for the night including some Jazz singers and Top-DJ’s. Tally explains they will join later but that she also has another party to go to. 

In the city, a demonstration against water charges is running. So far, the water in Ireland was free but the government wants to make a change starting with the new year. The main road is blocked and as they shortly start a march which probably walks toward the direction of the roads close to the Electric bar, Harry and Avoka decide to get off the cab and walk the last bit to the bar. They still have time to take the walk through the city. The demonstration guys are loud holding their speech. Harry laughs. “Yes, this is Ireland; here the people still go out on the street and fight for their rights.”

At the side, they see some of the Fruit of the Loom guys sneaking along the wall, showing no interest at all in the street’s activity. Harry smiles. “This is really two worlds clashing in this small town–our guys at this hyper-tech company and the original Irish crowd. I love that contrast.”

Avoka agrees, “Yes, and at my new company I also have two worlds clashing, the American Internet guru and the Indian Customer Service, yeah! I still don’t get it that this multi-guru outsources at such a company. I wonder how they even meet the goals, as from the work I see I can’t believe it.”

Harry replies, “Yes that’s a good question, but this I even wonder about the Fruit of the Loom. But they kind of manipulate things. I lately saw one guy who had left his menu set on the wrong menu point ‘available’ throughout the whole night and they simply put it on someone else on the phone support. If they work it that way, who knows about the real figures? Also, they use such old software you wouldn’t believe that the number one company on technology uses the software from the last decade on their own services.”

Avoka says, “So true, but I’m so glad that we finally made this deal and I can work the communication part in your company.”

Harry says, “Yes, I’m excited, too.” They pass by on one of the stores that sell the latest gadget from the Fruit of the Loom company. Avoka says, “Oh, Peter bought this one, of course, with the extra they provide the employees with.”

Harry replies, “Yes, I was thinking about it, too. But still I don’t know when I see all the problems that come with it.”

Avoka agrees, “Yes, I didn’t buy it either, even though they gave $300 extra on it, this couldn’t make me buy one.” They both laugh.

Arriving at the Electric, some people are sitting already outside along the canal, while the sun is slowly going down behind the hill. It’s a beautiful atmosphere and Avoka takes some pictures and immediately posts them on Facebook. Avoka and Harry enter the Electric, going straight to the bar ordering some drinks and a food plate, then walking over to the tables at the window with the view of the water and the sunset. A DJ is already on the turntables playing a cool mix between chill out, lounge and soul music. The evening can start, ready to party.

An hour later the party is in full swing, the crowed is dancing, Avoka is sitting near the window looking at the river. She is thinking about Ian. When, was he coming back to Ireland? There appears the vibrating sound from her phone and yes, it is Ian. He has sent a message asking if she was enjoying the Cork weekend and if her ex-colleague was behaving. Avoka replied, “Yes, of course. Now we are even doing business together.”

Ian replies, “Sure, that’s a reason.” He adds a tweak emotion icon and asks if she will be in Dublin for the upcoming weekend. With the next text message, he adds, “I really would love to meet you; I miss you somehow.”

He writes he’ll be back in Dublin on Wednesday. She is crazy for meeting him and agrees to a date at the weekend. Ian also writes that he did not like the game they played at her at her current job and that he also had an idea. He had talked with his team manager from the Rugby game, who had suggested that they needed some good PR. His manager sounded really interested and he asked to meet to discuss some ideas with her. Avoka was all ears, of course, and she agreed.

She was staring at the river and dreaming how great it would be to have her own PR company here and just quit that job at the guru company. She already had an idea how to find some synergies between the e-roller and the Rugby team that had the potential to make it a fabulous campaign. She was smiling in the air, then grabbing the martini and emptying the glass.

Another message arrived from Hunt! “Wishing a great Saturday night and sending a big kiss.” Avoka recorded some music the DJ was playing–some jazzy lyrics, “What nature brings” by Nekta–and sent it to Hunt with a golden Burberry Kiss and the lines ‘Enjoy the Weekend!’ She knew he would party with some other woman who he probably had worked with during the week, any customer or colleague, and roll in the sheets, sharing his fantasies with any woman for the weekend, and by Sunday afternoon he would have left her. Then, sitting in a cafe all by himself, he would text something to Avoka but never come to meet her. Once she had wished to meet him and she was so excited and had loved this idea. But now all she thought was whatever.

She always had written those messages with the thrill to meet him. But finally realizing this would never happen, she had lost this appetite and actually she did not want to be one of those women for a weekend and on the other side, she wouldn’t want a man to share with other women.  And for just friends, the whole Whatsapp chat was much too sexual. So finally, it had turned into this Whatsapp fantasy she never wanted to be. But did it matter? Not really. Of course, it was sad somehow; they could have been real, good friends–there was something they had in common. He was the first guy she had felt to be on the same wave-length with; they really had the same taste in many things and the same views. He was someone she had always felt understood her. Had he felt the same way about her? She did not know what really had been his intention. If it was just sexual like with all those other women, he could have had it but he never went for it. If it was just friends, then why did it get so sexual? And when it was nothing then why was it so intense and went on 24/7 and for almost a year now?

She couldn’t really figure out what it was about. Once he was ghosting, and after months he suddenly had replied for advent wishes and again ghosting. Was this accidental or what was it? She had not recognized his number right away and wrote thanks, wondering who was sending the message, then she had seen the profile pic and replied in an additional line, ‘Ah, it’s you’ but then haven’t heard from him again – ghosting once more. She did not understand this phenomenon on him. On that last one should she ask again? But he had started the conversation and then did not reply. He had done that before. Was it just one of his “sitting-alone-in-the-cafe-moments” or was there something that he missed?

Like for her, it was once him; but not now anymore. What was it really that caused this ghosting? Another woman, person, complex–what was the real issue behind that? Was it this “He’s just not that into you” thing; would she ever find out? But it was always him who would suddenly come back. Maybe she was living in a ghoster’s paradise and she should just let it go – he should haunt someone else. She always had enjoyed all those Whatsapp and phone conversations and you could see it in her eyes in every picture she posted how it had made her shine but she wanted someone real, now, someone to meet in real life like Ian and not talking to a ghost. Maybe someone loved the idea of her but couldn’t handle her reality.

Surprise, surprise!

Tonight, she couldn’t care less;

To be continued…

Salsa and Valentine’s Day in Dublin

from the book i-Land – A double Irish and a Dutch

In the evening Avoka went to a Salsa class at the River Bar. They offered dance classes from beginner to advanced almost every night. It was a great atmosphere and she met a Spanish girl who also was waiting for the Salsa class.

The two were sitting at the bar having a Caesar salad. Elena was having a beer and Avoka a glass of prosecco. Elena was working as a project-manager and was complaining about her colleague who would actually do her work and make her look like she couldn’t perform her own job. She also moaned about the other colleagues who left her out who had only shown a tired wink in the morning to say hello, acting like she was no one who they could interact with.

They had another drink and went to the Salsa class which was great fun. After a short warm-up session, similar to a Zumba class they had split the class into beginner and advanced people. Elena and Avoka went to the beginner class and luck was with them as they got a really great teacher, Stephanie, a girl from Argentina and she was brilliant in teaching the class. At the end of the lesson, she came over to Avoka and said, “You can go to the next class, next time go to the improvers, tell them Stephanie said so.”

Avoka smiled and said thanks. They moved over for the next class, Kizomba, a hot, erotic dance which is danced very close with the partner and you do good if you like the guys you have to dance with. After the second class the two were really happy. They felt great. Going upstairs, the dance teacher from the improver class, came over to Avoka, “You were great, you really did well”!

Avoka replied “Thanks.”

They walked out the door. Avoka turning to the dance teacher, “See you next week.”

They walked over to the bikes and Elena was saying, “Ah, all we need to do is dance more Salsa that lets one forget about all work issues and trouble.”

Avoka agreed, “Okay, let’s dance more Salsa; see you next week.” She walked over to her bike and took a ride home.

She arrived at around eleven. Looking at her mobile phone a good night message from Hunt with a kiss and a heart appeared on her screen. She wrote back how she wished it was him in the Kizomba class then sent a good night kiss, finally lying in bed.

She remembered the day when she went to a trip to Dublin, the time she had lived in Cork while working for the Fruit of the Loom and when she thought for the first time this Dublin would be a nice city to live in and work.

It was the 14th February, Valentine’s day. She had wished Hunt would have come over; she had made so many attempts, by sending nice hotel pictures and a great weekend but he had not gotten into it. So, she had made that weekend trip to Dublin on her own, not aware that this was one of the biggest nights in town and she really hit it.

Not knowing that these were two highlights at once the 14th of February Valentine’s day and in Ireland also a day of the Big Game, the Rugby plays.  It was really difficult to find a room for accommodation on that short term. The prices for rooms were outrageous; the hotel rooms started from 200 € a night. Luckily, she had found a Bed & Breakfast, Berrie’s.

She arrived Friday late evening and was surprised as she found a beautiful room in a well styled Georgian townhouse, beautifully decorated in a mix with clean modern elements and traditional wooden furniture. The room was with lilac flowers, lights and pillows in cream, really charming. So, she had a good night’s sleep and woke up Saturday morning, a sunny day perfect for  Valentine’s day.

Of course, this day would have been better waking up with someone called Hunt on her side and she was thinking, One day I will wake up, roll over, and kiss the love of my life good morning but this wasn’t today.

Instead, the sunlight was shining onto her face like kissing her good morning. She got up and had her breakfast downstairs in the salon, a typical English breakfast with bacon, toast, hot coffee orange juice and she was ready to start her day. She walked towards the Stephen’s Green park which was crowded with couples, some families walking with their children in the middle a little lake with ducks and swans swimming on. A beautiful scene.  She walked over to cafe Nero for another coffee and checking out places to explore in Dublin on the Internet.

Walking towards Grafton Street, one of the main shopping roads, she passed the Shelbury, the first hotel in town where all the prominence would stay when visiting the town. Next to it was a spa and some restaurants in the basements. Avoka was looking around, excited, as she loved the Georgian buildings with those typical black English fences, and stopped in front of the spa, staring at the spa prices which, of course were kind of out of range.

Still shocked about the prices, she turns around, her coffee in the hand, when she stumbles over a foot, bouncing against a bold shoulder. A short moment of blackout and finally finding herself crashing into the arms of a really, handsome guy with her coffee now spread all over the floor.

Feeling the pain on her nose, she didn’t really realize how attractive this guy looked like, nor who he was. The guy who had just caught her was one of the guys who would play the Big Game tonight. Covering her nose that started to bleed, the guy helped her to walk over and asked her to come into the hotel lobby.

The guy got some staff who brought ice to cool down the red nose, helping to stop the bleeding. Avoka was a little dizzy and it didn’t take long till an ambulance arrived. The guy wanted to make sure that nothing was broken. And the doctor assured that the nose was okay, she should just rest for a moment, till the bleeding stopped and yes, it might take a little time till the swollen nose would get back to regular size. She should just keep on cooling it. The guy smiled at Avoka then, suggesting, “Well then, I think it’s best you join me. I have one of the most comfortable suites here. I think there wouldn’t be any better place to rest comfortably for the moment, or do you prefer one of those white, clean, chic hospital rooms?”

Avoka replied, “I’m booked in a nice room in a B&B too, not far away from here. I can take a cab back; that will be fine, too.”

The guy looked at Avoka then the doctor interfered. “I think it’s better if you don’t move the head too much for the next 1 or 2 hours and put the ice on it for keeping the swelling down.”

The handsome guy, still looking at Avoka, said, “Well, you hear the doctor, I think you should listen to him. You really can stay in my suite; I won’t bite.”

Avoka started to smile but was stopped from the pain, finally agreeing, “Okay, then I take your offer, but originally I had this day somehow planned differently. I wanted to walk through Grafton Street and have lunch at the Pygmalion.”

The handsome guy replied, “Well, right now I think that’s really not the best idea.” Then he introduced himself.

“Hi, I am Ian; I’m here for the big game tonight. And you, you are not from Dublin, are you?” While they were walking over to the elevator, Avoka replied, “No, I’m actually from Cork but originally from Germany. I’m Avoka by the way.”

Ian smiled, “Oh, Avoka, that name sounds nice, from Germany and what are you doing in Cork?”

Avoka replied, “Well, I came over to Cork to work here for one of the number one brands for German Customer Support.” Ian replied, “Oh, you work for the Fruit of the Loom?” Avoka said, “Yes, exactly.”

Ian said, “Wow, what exactly are you doing there?”

Avoka said, “I’m in the German team as a technical customer service advisor.”

Ian said, “Oh, you are a tech savvy girl, then you might have some advice, for my phone, too?”

Avoka replied, “Well, maybe, what’s the issue?”

Ian said, “I’ll show you later, and do you like it?”

Avoka, “Well, I don’t really like this team structure and the kind and attitude of people working there. I thought it would be better; most of the training is so semi-professional. I thought it would be some kind of entry card to get a chance to work in marketing communication later on; that’s what I originally have studied. But this seems totally, out of scope. All they do here is the customer service; it’s like a slum. There is no chance to move up anywhere else than team leader or senior advisor. There is one guy who had started here in Cork then moved up to the engineering in the US then lost it all and now starts all over again; they don’t really care about the people’s experiences and skills.”

Ian said, “Yes, actually this company has not the best reputation here in Dublin; they are known for a high fluctuation and bad work policies, the same as Amazon.”

Avoka agreed, “Yes, one of my colleagues also said yesterday, one can’t get old here, can you? And I agreed, I’m already looking for something else.”

She explained that she also had a yoga teacher license and had sent some applications for those holiday resorts to teach the summer classes.

She explained, “It’s the right time, at the right moment; they are looking for teachers.” Ian said, “Oh, that sounds good, then you must be flexible, are you? You should teach our team a yoga session. I can imagine that would be great for the guys but maybe we shouldn’t call it yoga, they might be a little “allergic” to that; they are real guys, you know?”

Avoka said, “Well yes, I’m sure that might be a cool class; we can arrange something.”

Ian opens the door to the suite, “Come in and make yourself comfortable.”

Avoka is impressed as she walks through the first room, which includes a huge sofa, chairs, an open fire place, a huge TV, everything is decorated in a mix of modern and Victorian styles and very tasteful. All she can say is, “Wow!”

Ian smiles at her, “This is not the only room; have a look at the bedroom. Don’t hesitate.” Avoka passes through the double wing door to the bedroom, a wonderful box spring bed, and a huge window front.

The suite also includes a bathroom with whirlpool. Avoka is speechless. Ian says, “You can choose where to rest, but I think you should lie down a little. The bed is freshly made. I think that’s the best place for you at the moment. And don’t worry, you will have it all for you. I won’t fall over you, even if this is hard with a beautiful woman lying in the bedroom next door.”

Avoka, standing there with an open mouth, then swallows, “Ha, ha, don’t exaggerate, but thanks for the compliment. Why you think I wouldn’t like it?” And she adds, “Just kidding.”

Ian thinks she looks to too cute with a little swollen nose, the big red lips, but also a little pale and a little sleep would be the right thing for her now. Ian says, “Aha, maybe you just lie down, and I bring you a bit ice, to cool down.” Ian walks back to the living room, calling the room service.

Five minutes later the ice arrives at the suite and Ian brings it over to Avoka with a towel. “I think sleeping would be the best for you now. I will leave you alone, maybe for two hours? I can check back on you. I will be over with Owen, if you need anything just call the room service, I give you my number and you can call any time.”

Avoka is glad this guy is really nice and it seemed to be a good idea to stay here; she really feels the pain on her nose and the ice feels good on it but she also got a little headache. Ian is looking at her. “Everything okay, Avoka?”

Avoka nods, “Sure, just a little headache, one of those guys just bumped into my nose, you know, one of those rugby players who needed some sparring partner just before the big game.”

Ian laughs, “Oh, really, and did you hit back or do you need to improve your defence? But maybe you should look for another job. I could imagine better things for a Saturday afternoon than lying in bed with a headache and a swollen nose.”

Avoka smiles, “Oh, really, could you? Me, too. I will remind you of this one, tomorrow, after the game.”

Ian smiles at Avoka, “Reminding me about what, better things to lie with?” 

Avoka throws a pillow towards Ian. “Get out!” Ian shuts the door while joking, “Sleep well, sweetie.”

Two hours later Ian opens the bedroom door, Avoka is lying relaxed and fallen into a deep sleep. He looks at her nose, the swelling seems to be reduced a little and he decides to just let her sleep. The crash must have been really, heavy on the nose, more than just a bump on his chest. Looking at her, how she sleeps in his huge bed, he feels like he could get a crush on her. He hopes that she will be fine when she wakes up to join the big game live. Owen has already arranged a seat in the first row and he would love to have her there.

Six o’clock and the guys have to get ready. Avoka meanwhile, awake, gets the okay from the doctor who just gave some pain killers and leaves with the words, “Enjoy the game, but no more crashes on the nose.”

Avoka replies, “Well, I do my best not to crash into anything.”

Owen who is waiting in the living room turns towards Avoka, “Don’t crash into Ian, I heard this can be painful.”

Avoka, “Yes, well, I just had this experience, and I think I can take it.”

Owen says, “Oh well, then let’s go.” Avoka walks out and Owen comments, “Well done, Ian, great catch, you really hit it.”

Ian flashes a smile at Owen, “Yes, I would not have assumed to make a strike like that!”

It’s an amazing night, the arena is sold out, and the game is pure action with a final result of 4 – 14! It’s an amazing atmosphere and Avoka can’t believe she’s here seeing the game live. Right after the games at the Aviva stadium, the bottles open. One of the guys comes over to Avoka, offering her a bottle of Champagne, putting his arm around her.

Avoka says thanks, but is actually not into alcohol for the night, as she had taken the valium, which would not be a good idea with alcohol. The guy insists, “Hey, come on, don’t be a pussy!”

Ian is already walking over. “Paul, stop it, she’s here with me, and if she says no, she means no. Got it?”

Paul says, “Oh, sorry, I did not know, of course, such a cutie.”

He turns to Avoka, “Sorry, Avoka, I apologize.” Then he turns to Ian, “Got it. This shouldn’t be anything.”

Ian smiles, “Okay, man!”

Paul says, “We’re going over to the Pyg; will I see you guys later over there?” Ian turns towards Avoka, who has a bright smile on her face.

“Are you fit for a party?” Avoka agrees, “Sure, we can join the crowd.”

Paul says, “I’m not really sure if it’s a good idea; you should not drink with all these pain killers and they are going to get really wild and drunk; you don’t know how much. This here is nothing compared to how they will be like in about an hour.” Avoka rolls her eyes then looks in the air. Ian comes a step closer towards Avoka, placing a hand around her shoulder. “Okay, let’s join them; we don’t have to stay too long.”

They walk over to the limo. Owen takes a seat in the BMW behind, Paul shouts out of the Limo, “You can have a seat here, Ian; we have three more spaces.” They take a seat in the limo and start the drive towards the Pyg.

Paul opens another bottle of champagne, mixing one glass with orange juice; they put the glasses together and shout “Cheers”. Ian looks towards Avoka, who sits next to him. He holds his left arm around her, turning his head towards her, and gives her a soft kiss on her lips and for the next five minutes, the two are lost in each other.

Paul shouts, “We are there, hey guys, stop now, let’s get off here, the party goes on inside.” Ian looks over to Paul, “Oh, really, we’re already at the Pyg, how comes?”

He looks at Avoka, giving her a sweet smile. “You want to come?”

Both get off the Limo, walking down towards the Pyg entry, which is crowded with people, cheerleaders, people clapping, high-fiving and so on. At the end of the room at the VIP table, Paul is shouting, “Come over, come over here, Ladies.”

A band is playing and nobody really sits down, some start dancing, the champagne is running and the party is going wild.

A cake arrives with girls jumping out and the party goes on.

Ian is coming over to Avoka, “And that’s how you imagined the party?”

Avoka says, “Well, maybe a bit more dressed for some of the girls, but yes.”

Ian laughs, “Aha, more dressed.”  Holding both arms around Avoka, “You’re not a fan of undressed girls, I see?”

Avoka says, “Yes, guys in those outfits were more fun.”

Ian laughs, “I don’t think you would get any of the guys in that outfit.”

Avoka says, “No?”

Ian says, “Are you sure your head is okay, that it’s just the nose that got a hit?” Avoka nods, frowning her face.

“What do you mean, Ian?”

Ian smiles benignly, “Just asking.” Putting his lips on Avoka’s and kissing her breathtakingly, he looks into her eyes, “You look so beautiful and you taste so delicious.”

Avoka laughs, “Are you kidding? I have a red swollen nose on my face, but you must like the taste of champagne, don’t you?”

Ian replies, “Yes, I love it sparkling. How does your nose feel; do you still feel the pain?”

Avoka says, “As long as I’m some kind of dazed and the painkillers still work it’s fine, and of course when you kiss me.”

Ian laughs, “Ah, when I kiss you, that helps?” Avoka, “Yes, your kiss and my world is perfect.” Ian gives another kiss to her and then whispers in her ears,

“I don’t want to be too pushy, and I know we only met today, but if you would like to stay with me, I have a lot of space in my room. We don’t have to play wild.”

Avoka looks at him then looks down, a little shy of course, she would like; the guy is incredible even she normally doesn’t go down the first night when she hardly knows someone. But this feels so good in his arms and she replies, “Well, your place really feels as comfortable as in your arms, to be honest, yes, I would love to sleep in both tonight.”

Ian holding her a little closer and giving her another kiss, whispers in her ear, “Then let’s go?”

Avoka agrees and repeats, “Okay, let’s go.”

Remembering the line one day I roll over in the morning and kiss my love good morning. That could be today. That’s what Avoka is thinking the next morning.

She opens her eyes; big curtains are in front of the window; sunlight shines through at the end of the curtain. She feels like in heaven lying here in Ian’s arms who is still sleeping. She feels so comfortable and the headache is gone. She turns around and rolls over, kissing Ian’s lips.

He opens his eyes and smiles on her face, “Like the sun shines on my face, good morning.”

They both kiss intensely, Ian holding both arms around Avoka, and rolls over. Both start giggling. Ian asks, “And have you had a good night; did you sleep well?”

Avoka replies, “Yes, and I had sweet dreams.” Ian, “Oh, sweet dreams? And what was in your dreams, this here?” They roll over and Ian totally rocks it.

They both disappear under the duvet, rolling between the sheets. Avoka could feel every bit under her skin and it felt incredible; touching his well-trained muscles, he feels so strong. Avoka feels like rocking in another world.

At eleven o’ clock someone is knocking at the door, “Room Service!” Ian pulls his head from under the duvet, asking, “Do you like some coffee, ready for breakfast?”

Avoka surprised answers, “Breakfast? Of course, I’m ready.”

In an underlying tone, Ian smiles at her, “Or do you want more of that?

“Avoka smiles back and Ian adds, “Well, we have the whole afternoon if you like. I need some energy, I had a hard play last night, you know.”

Avoka agrees, “Yes, I’ve seen the big game, match 4-14.”

The butler comes in and they both are having breakfast in bed. Ian is making jokes about Avoka’s nose but it already looks much better than the day before and they both decide to go for a stroll through the city, visiting some of Avoka’s favorite shops around Grafton Street–the reason what she originally came for to Dublin.

Avoka feels like in heaven, this was the last she had expected from her disappointment with Hunt, who did not make the least effort to come over. For whatever reason, she could somehow imagine as Hunt probably into some kind of hardcore valentine, like a dungeon, which would not be her kind of thing ever.  But her valentine had actually turned out into something like this so wonderful.

Now they were walking at the little lake in the Stephen’s Green Park. Avoka had one more hour till she had to take the bus back to Cork. Ian stroked her hair back, “I would love to see you again, how about you?”

Of course, she would love to see him again but she was in a tricky situation. Looking at him with big eyes, she says, “Of course, I would love to see you again. But at the moment, it is somehow difficult, as you know I don’t want to stay with this company in Cork and chances are good that I will be teaching classes during the summer at the Mediterranean Sea, which means I won’t be here. Actually, I like Dublin and I also have applications open here.”

Ian interrupts her with a kiss. “Don’t worry, where there is a will, there is a way; we can take it slow, no rush, and I can take time out for a holiday, meeting you at the Mediterranean Sea, wherever.” The two walk back through the park towards the bus station. At seven Avoka is sitting on the bus on her way back to Cork.

Remembering this was the moment she decided Dublin was a city worth it to live in.

But right now, she was frustrated. Ian wasn’t even in Ireland; he was in a training camp and would hardly be here this summer. So, she had to deal with her new workplace on her own. The general crowd and living wasn’t really luxury and this workplace with these colleagues had turned out as such a nightmare which seemed to be the average workplace situation. All these multinational twenty-something year olds were from all over Europe: Portugal, Spain, Hungary, Poland and Romania. Even from across the Atlantic, Brazil or Canada. Somehow it was an interesting mix but she didn’t really felt comfortable with her present workplace situations.

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To be continued…..