Diana's Dream

Okay, back to this story. But for some reason I have job searches on the brain...

“Diana…” A voice whispered to her, as if from a dream. She murmured a response. “Diana, did you get that memo I sent?”

Diana jerked up from her desk. “Memo..?” The haze was slowly lifting. “Oh yeah… I’ll get right on that.”

Her boss looked at her quizzically. “The memo was about Frank’s birthday. We’re throwing a party in the conference room. I just you’d want to know. Anything wrong?” Dang, she was still half-asleep and hungover. Definitely not going out on a work night again. She shook her head.

“I’m fine. Just a late night.” She tried to keep her voice neutral and professional, but her boss chuckled anyway, and strode off to another part of the office. At least he was understanding. It was one thing to have a job that offered no challenges or no interest whatsoever, but to have an awful boss on top of that would have been unbearable. Even still… Diana glanced at her computer screen. Five new job postings. Some of them were exactly like her current administrative gig and she was looking for more than just a change of scenery.

There was one or two however that could be interesting. One was a manager position for a non-profit, not something she had a lot of experience in but worth a shot, and the other was as an executive assistant for the CEO of GG&C; a company that had something to do with international trade. Her perusal of the company’s website was cut short by the sounds of a lot of people singing “Happy Birthday” nearby. It was loud and off key, as usual, with the one woman who fancied herself a singer trying in vain to reach the high note. But it reminded Diana that while she was here at least, she should try to play nice.