A noise from a large cup of Starbuck's coffee woke me up. I open my eyes.
"Morning" I said stretching
"You've been here in the newsroom working all night long?"
"What were you working on?"
"The article about the fire..."
"Wait...Tom was the one who would write it..."
"Yeah but his wife had a baby yesterday and he hadn't finished the article....Rosie needed someone urgent, so she called me..."
He looked at me
"I just think that sometimes you should sleep..."
"I had slept!"
"Just for one hour! I just think you should have a time for yourself..."
"I have ok...like....I go to my yoga class..."
"But you've been missing it for 3 weeks!"
"Ok...just because I got stuck here with work..."
"See? You are a workaholic!"
"You don't understand I feel that Rosie is going to promote me! I can't disappoint her, I can't say no to her!"
"Skye!"Lindsay called me
Urgh! How I hate this girl! I've know her since I was a kid. She is from my town...but she hates me since she stole my barbie in the kindergarten I have a thing with her...and she is so competitive with me. In the university she was always asking me about my grades. And here in the work she is always trying to harm me....why she hates me so much?!
"Rosie wants to talk to you now" she said I went to Rosie's office.
"Skye, I was reading the readers questions and one catch my attention...'How is a normal day at New York Times?' and this have me an idea....I think you should write a text about how is a normal day here, how is to work here...I know it's not what you usually write, but I had read your texts before...you are a really talent writer so this work won't be a problem right?"
"No, no problem..."
"You this is a very important work...so do your best! Oh and it's for today"
"Today? But I have to write one more news for tomorrow... "
"I am sure you can handle that ...so send to my email until ten"
So this would be a loooooong day