Who: Lindsey McDonald and OPEN What: Lawyer not at work When: Evening of Friday, June 16th Where: Plaza in the business district Rating: TBD
It was one of those days.
No, it was one of those weeks. Months. Whatever. Lindsey knew the day wasn't going to be all that great when one of the senior partners had made the effort to drop in for a "talk." It looked like there were a few concerns about his part at the firm. Was he still happy there? Were there any questions he wanted to ask? Sure, there were a thousand of those. But he wasn't going to discuss them with someone who made a concentrated effort not to notice that there was something very wrong with Los Angeles anymore.
Instead, he just uttered that "I'm fine" phrase that more than a few people were probably sick of hearing and smiled. Explaining that people were being switched with their alternative selves, his former employers were idiots for not seeing that problem coming, and he could've done better were not things he wanted to give as excuses. The local mental health facility would not survive him.
Around seven, he finally pulled himself away from the case he'd finally been making headway on (with a little creative twist that he was proud of) and bought the largest damn coffee the nearest shop had. His caffeine problem fixed, he wandered back through the plaza between the buildings and sat down on the edge of the cement fountain, loosening his tie before he started playing with the Blackberry in hand.