The world's more full of weeping than you can understand

[brilligspoons]

Jesus. You spend a DAY out of the office, and you come back to 5 voicemails from the same person about the same goddamn thing. I appreciate this person finally getting back to me and all, but LADY. COOL IT. OBVIOUSLY I'M NOT AROUND TO ANSWER YOUR PHONE CALLS. (This in addition to an email from a consumer - not in my inbox but in one that I'm responsible for - that makes very little sense to me and will have to wait until Doug gets in, despite the fact that it came in on Wednesday night. Sorry, person.)

Uggghhhh. Empathy levels are low. I have to finish a story and have it beta read by midnight on Sunday (I started it last weekend, but then I got distracted by Suits and my own inadequacies, so. Oops). paper_tzipporah is coming over tonight with wine and a terrible movie. I need to clean the apartment and do my laundry and pack for next week. I have lots of work-work to get done today so I'm not running around like a crazy person on Monday and Tuesday.

On the bright side, I am feeling a bit more positive today, despite being tired and more than a little grouchy about Other People's Opinions. Anyway.

Here is a little excerpt from the Suits fic I most certainly should NOT be writing right now because there is too much going on. And yet I am only halfway through what was supposed to be a quick thing. >:(


"You know what else I know?"

Mike really, really does not want to know. He tries to say as much, but it comes out as an unintelligible squeak, which makes Donna smile in an extremely frightening way.

"I know that Harvey - you remember Harvey, right? Guy who hired you, who's basically put everything on the line for you since you wandered into the meeting room at the hotel with a briefcase full of stuff?" Donna reaches out a hand to him, palm up. Mike glances at it and, when she motions for him to do so, reluctantly puts one of his hands on top of it. Which turns out to be an extremely bad idea when Donna then yanks him forward, twisting his arm around to his back and standing so that she's looming over and trapping him between herself and the table.

"I remember him, yeah," Mike gasps out when he's caught his breath again.

"Oh, good," replies Donna. "Because he told you to do something for me, didn't he? It was a direct order, wasn't it?"

"Yes, but - ow ow ow fucking ow, Donna, stop -"

Donna squeezes his arm one last time before letting him go and straightening back up. "The fitting is tomorrow," she says. "Nine o'clock sharp. I'll send the address to your phone, and if you're late, then you better plan on leaving the country, rookie." Mike nods rapidly, still bent over the table and too terrified to move. He lifts his head up to find her still staring at him, head cocked to one side and considering. "That's a good look on you," she tells him. "Kinda wish I had a camera right now. I'm sure Harvey would appreciate the view, too."

Mike has never blushed so much or so quickly in his entire life.

OKAY. GETTING BACK TO WORK IN 5...4...3...2...

Comments

[paper-tzipporah.livejournal.com]

I STILL LOVE THIS, FYI

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET HIM IN THE COSTUME

JUST. WAIT.

[starsparkle333.livejournal.com]

donna is my role model for everything in life. that is all.

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

CORRECT.

[bloodred0-4.livejournal.com]

I already thought that Donna was the single most amazing woman on the face of the planet. I STAND CORRECTED, SHE OWNS THE UNIVERSE. :D
(And so do you, this is amazing!)

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

:D Thankies, bb!