Spencer POV

When did my life slip totally beyond my control? Oh thats right, two minutes ago when my boss told me he’s quitting and was asked to promote me to his position, along with another girl they just hired that requires my usual article a week along with the editing of all the articles from the whole floor of “young writers”. Some promotion. I work at a Business magazine in Seattle that is known for it’s in-depth scholar level articles ranging from stock to politics. My new title is more or less the Head Honcho of all the newbies eager with fresh brains and knowledge, waiting to write amazing informative articles. Blah blah blah. It’s just a job to me, I guess I should like it more considering I already worked 100 hour weeks BEFORE the promotion. My life is great.

In reality I don’t have much of a life. Not since I decided I needed a little jump start my work life and moved to Seattle after getting this job. I have a cute little apartment that i’ve turned into my hobby, decorating every chance I get. I have two fish-Carlo and Rossi. They’re my closest confidants, which is horribly depressing every time I think about it. There are no friends to speak of, unless you count my secretary Julie my friend. I suppose thats as close as i’ll get. Since I barely have time to make myself dinner at night it’s pretty obvious a relationship is out of the question. I go to work, go to the gym, come home take a shower, toss something in the microwave, then go to bed.

I leave the meeting not quite sure how I feel about the promotion. Editing articles would allow me to hours to leave the office-even though i’d have more work because I can edit at home. But more time at home reminds me of how lonely and lame I really am. My thoughts are interrupted by my phone.

“Hello? Spencer Carlin Speaking”

“Hey it’s Julie”

“Hey, do I have any mail?”

“Actually this call is not work related. Well not entirely, I was calling to congratulate you on your promotion! This is great! Now you won’t be stuck at the office so much! You can get a life!” She is talking so fast I can barely keep up. See Julie knows everything about me. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Including my social life, or lack there of.