Debra ʿ∂євʾ Gray (sg_debra) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-06-14 18:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2022: june, character: debra gray, ~complete |
Narrative: This monotonous life
Date: June 14th; Thursday afternoon
Characters: Debra Gray
Location: Brooklyn.
Summary: Debra's rifling through some obit's when something catches her eye.
Debra wasn't exactly fussed about working six days a week. It wasn't like she had a social life to think of. But sometimes, the monotony of it all just got to her. Repeating the same thing over and over was exceptionally frustrating at times, but a job was a job.
She spent Monday and Tuesday morning at the Manhattan office for the Herald, while Tuesday afternoon and Thursday were at the Bugle offices in Brooklyn. Wednesday was her only day off and Friday through until Sunday was in the archive room of the Herald sister office just outside of Manhattan to work on the filing and archiving of stories.
That afternoon she was just working her way through the obituaries and occasions that needed organised and re-written for printing when something caught her eye. Loving sister, caring daughter, it wasn't unusual. Everyone was loving and caring when they died, no one was difficult and argumentative, no one was ostracised and avoided, they were all wonderful people, devoted to their family and friends and never a bad word was said about them. B. Milligan. It wasn't like Debra didn't know that it was ridiculous to stop on the name, the birth date alone put the woman in her late forties, and the death date was just three days ago.
Bethan had been dead for ten.
Regardless, Debra sighed, running her fingers over the stark black print of the name, reading it over and over.
"Hey, Debbie, honey, can you run this weeks horoscopes for me darling, Mitch is out sick with the flu," Carly Jones, the editor of the 'bits and bobs' section of the Bugle just popped her head in Debra's tiny, cramped little cubicle, calling her by a name everyone knew she hated and smiling like it wasn't obvious that Carly hated her.
"Sure, I'll get that once I've sent this to print." Deb just sucked it up, giving a tight smile back and turning back to her work.
"Oh, God bless you little darling." Carly turned and flounced away, her disgusting floral print skirt swishing behind her and Debra just absently clicked to listening with her power before quickly shaking it off.
Mitch never got sick though, that was the thing. Even when half the office had the most horrendous head, throat and chest cold, hacking up coughs and sneezing everywhere, he'd just drank some orange juice and powered on through. Deb made the mental note to give him a call or stop by his apartment to check up on him.
Slotting B Milligan's obit into the center location of the page, Deb ran her fingers over the name one last time before focusing on the rest of her section and heading down to the print queue with it before getting Mitch's files for arranging and setting up the horoscope section.
She'd stop by the deli for some matzo ball soup later. That'd stave off any flu bugs going around, because she just couldn't afford to get ill right then.