porter_inc: (holding hands)
Will shuts down his computer and stands up with a sigh. He's going to tell Orlando what a spectacular fuck up he is, and he's not looking forward to it. It's not that he thinks his lover will be angry. It's just that Will knows how excited he was about traveling the world together, and now he has to disappoint him. He'd rather do anything than let Orlando down in any way.

Walking into the kitchen, Will sighs again but smiles when he sees his love.

"Hey, baby," he says, feeling a little sheepish.
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The phone rang just as Will was finishing up the editing on one of his short stories. He answered it before the second ring and pushed back from the desk so he could pick up Blade and put him on his lap.

"Hello?" he said, reaching down for Wendell and putting the smaller dog on his desk. They'd both been clamoring for his attention all morning.

"Will Porter, please," said a pleasant female voice on the other end of the line.

"Speaking," Will said, scratching Wendell behind his ears.

"Hi, Will, this is Gayle Brighton."

"Ms. Brighton," Will smiled. It was the assistant editor for the magazine that had hired him. "How are you?"

"To be honest, I'd be doing better if we had an article from you."

That made him pause, and he put the dogs back on the ground. "I'm sorry?"

"You were hired in November," she said, "with the understanding that you would submit an article once a month for publication. So far, we've received nothing. Now, we understand that--"

"Wait a minute," Will said, cutting her off. "I was told I would be working as a freelance writer and I would be paid by the article. I didn't sign a contract with you stating anything about a deadline."

"So, you thought that we would hire you and you could just write something whenever you felt like it?"


"Will, making you freelance meant we wouldn't have to pay you the salary of a staff writer. But... Who talked to you about it?"

"I got a letter from Steve Waterman and he's the one I called."

"Great," Gayle sighed. "Steve was fired last week, but he assured us that he'd explained the terms to you. I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to terminate our association with you, Will. Sorry."

Will blinked and sat back in his chair. "Wait a minute. He didn't tell me, Ms. Brighton. I don't care what he said he told you."

"Did you read the letter of intent we sent you? Or any of the inquiries? What exactly were you waiting for? An engraved invitation to submit your work?"

"I..." Will started rifling through the papers on the desk. He was sure that he'd put away the letters they'd sent him. The letters he hadn't opened because he'd been told by Steve Waterman that they would be sending him paperwork to fill out when he was ready to submit his first article. Will should have known better than to assume he wouldn't have to open them and see for himself what they contained. "Ms. Brighton," he said softly, knowing he had no one to blame for this but himself, "I've been a little distracted. I've recently moved, proposed to my boyfriend, found out that I have a long lost sister and helped impregnate one of my lesbian friends so she and her girlfriend can have a baby."

There was a lengthy pause, then a sigh. "Usually, writers only pull out one excuse from their bag of tricks to explain why they fucked up. But you've got a handful there, don't you, Will?"

"Okay, Gayle, there's no need to be rude," Will said, doing his best to hold his tongue but failing. "They're not excuses. It's my life."

"Is that right? Sounds like maybe you've got too much of a life to work for this magazine."

"Oh, really? Well, maybe I'm better off not working for some no name magazine that will probably go belly up this year."

"Mr. Porter, you are not making a good--"

"And, you know what? If you were running any kind of real publication, someone there would have picked up a fucking phone and called me or sent me an email. Or, even better, not hired some moron who can't do his fucking job right."

"Well, I'm making sure not to make that mistake twice, Mr. Porter," Gayle spat. "Consider yourself fired."

Will slammed the phone down before she could hang up on him. He stared at the unopened envelopes on the desk, then grabbed them and ripped them up before throwing them on the floor. Blade whimpered and hit Will's leg with his paw, his eyes wide as he stared up at his master. Wendell had run to hide under the small sofa in the room when the yelling had started.

Sighing, Will leaned down to pick up the papillon. "I need a job," he said softly, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He kissed Blade's head. "Got any leads?"


May. 31st, 2006 05:08 pm
porter_inc: (scotch)
I have been running since we got back from our trip. We got in about three yesterday afternoon, but Kevin had to go to bed right away to try and get some sleep before his first shift started. I went ahead and ran errands while he was doing that, and then with all the getting up with him, going back to bed, then getting back up for work, I didn't have a chance to sit down and post anything. Plus, work kept me pretty busy.

I told Kev everything, and after he stopped threatening to kill Alex, we sat down and talked about a game plan. I suppose it's not so much a game plan as a "Can I afford to quit my job" plan. I did tell him that I had potential job opportunities available to me and then he asked me the big question: Was I really happy doing the suit and tie thing?

It made me stop and think. Going back to work today also made me stop and think. It wasn't just because of the situation Somers was/is putting me in, but when I sat down and imagined myself still doing my job until the day I retired, I became incredibly depressed. Then, I typed up my resignation and put it on my boss's desk. I just walked out of there. I still can't believe I did it.

Kev's asleep now (his first day on the new job went well, he said), but he should be getting up soon so we can have a talk about what I've done. I'm not going to start panicking until tomorrow.


May. 18th, 2006 06:06 pm
porter_inc: (scotch)
I've only been at work a few days but it feels like the longest week ever. EVER ever.

New Boss asked me to stay late tonight, so I'm killing some time until he's ready for me.

When I was gone, Kevin bought Wendell some things - clothes, toys, etc. My favorite is a little black t-shirt that says, "You had me at shalom," and a little black studded collar. Actually, everything is adorable. That dog is so spoiled now. He's watching me. I think he can tell when I'm talking about him.

Kev and I are thinking about going away for the Memorial Day weekend. We want to go back to Snoqualmie, and we'll take Wendell with us, if we do. Once he gets his new assignment, he'll have to work weekends, so this'll be our last chance to do something romantic and sappy for a while.

Okay, NB is calling.

Good News!

May. 17th, 2006 11:47 am
porter_inc: (cappucino)
I'm now living with a vice officer.

We're going out to celebrate, tonight. He won't start for a couple more weeks, but he got word this morning that he got the position. I'm so proud of him, and he's so excited. I can't believe I was so negative and selfish when he told me he wanted to apply. And bonus: he gets to grow out his hair and get all scruffy. I just shivered thinking about it. Rowr.

I never got a chance to report on my lunch with New Boss, yesterday. I may have a case for sexual harassment. Then again, if I was single, I wouldn't mind the advances, so... I took the supervisor's course on sexual harassment, and I know that any unwelcome attention can be classified as such. But, I think I can handle it.

Long day

May. 1st, 2006 08:05 pm
porter_inc: (scotch)
I just got home from work. There was actually one point I thought I'd have to be there all fucking night long. I don't know why I'm getting so screwed at work, but I have to catch the new guy up even though he's my boss and should already know how to do his fucking job. It's only day one, but I'm sick of him. I don't know whose ass he kissed or dick he sucked to get this job, but the man is outrageously unqualified. The rumor is that Handler (Fillmore's boss - THE boss, actually) is friends with this asshole's father and sonny boy was promised a good position in exchange for his father throwing some business our way. That's all I know. And I can't confirm if it's true. If it is, I'm quitting.

I've also heard some disturbing rumors about Fillmore that I hope aren't true. And that's all I'll say about it. I don't want to jinx anything by worrying too much.

I'm going to get a drink and see if I can help Kevin in the kitchen. He's making dinner. Plus, he promised me a neck rub afterwards.


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