What I’m Writing: Clouded #7: More responsibility

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From her office in the back of the building, Laura sees me walking out of Josh’s office and yells,  “Addie!  Can you come in here?”

I feel my face get red, embarrassed by her summons.  Her shout was heard by all of the interns and anyone with a door open on the first floor.  A quick glance at the balcony tells me that it was heard by most of the staff on the second floor too. I wish she would just send me an instant message.

“Here are the keys for the post office,” she says, handing me a ring as I walk through her door.  “You can be in charge of all of the PO boxes from now on.” She looks proud and nervous, like a parent giving their sixteen year old the keys for the first time.

I wonder if I’m allowed to question her.  I don’t have time to go to the post office while I’m here.  Besides, wouldn’t it be better if the mail was picked up every day? I decide I’ll talk to Jonathan about it later, and take the key ring out of her hand. I need to talk to him about the accounting anyway.  As he pushes off more and more work, I’m starting to feel overwhelmed.  I’m hoping that the grocery shopping is just the beginning of the work I’ll be doing with Revolver, and I want to make sure I have enough time to pick up any more little projects that might come available.

“The mail is normally in the box by 12:00.  Since you’ll only be getting it every-other day, you need to make sure you’re there while they’re putting it out so you can get back here, do whatever it is you need to do, then get to the bank before 1:00 with any deposits.”

So much for a lunch break. That’s okay, most days I eat at my desk anyway.  Now I’ll eat in the car. I am worried about the quick turn-around to get checks to the bank though.  After opening the mail, I sort checks into piles for each company, log them all in QuickBooks, then fill out the bank’s deposit paperwork.  I do each company one at a time so I don’t get anything confused, and the process usually takes me a few hours each day.  “I’m not sure I can get the deposits processed that fast,” I say to Laura.  “I don’t want to make any mistakes.”

“You’ll have to figure it out.  Seth wants the money to get to the bank the same day it comes in.”

“What about Tuesday and Thursday?”

She shrugs.  She’s obviously happy not to have to worry about this anymore.  “You’ll have to work it out.”

I try to give myself a pep talk on the way back to my desk.  Between this and the Revolver project, this could be my chance to finally make an impression on Seth.

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