Life Bites (the_hotness) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-23 11:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, janice rand, jubilation lee (jubilee) |
Maybe if the girl had ritalin, it'd be even easier.
Who: Jubilee and Janice
What: Organizing!
When: Last night
Where: Jubilee's Studio
status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Parked in front was an old VA beetle, yellow and beat up. Jubilee's aparment itself was tiny. Just a studio. With a controlled explosion of everything inside the likes of which few people could fathom. She had her training schedule and Olypmic's schedule laid out, and was pacing, frazzled.
There was a firm knock on the apartment door. Even the knock meant business.
She bounced over to the door, throwing it open, "Yo! Rand?"
"Yes. You must be Miss Lee," Janice said, holding a hand out, the ipad in her other hand and her purse strap slung crosswise over her chest. "Pleasure to meet you. You are ready to sign the appropriate forms and have the payment, provided you are satisfied, don't you?"
If there was an explosion behind the girl, Janice didn't appear to notice or be phased by it. She'd helped with horders before, too.
"Call me Jubilee!" Although Miss Lee was way better than Jubilation. Nnng... "I totes do! Just hand things over and I'll sign it." She bounced back inside to let Rand in, and closed the door behind her, "I cleared off the kitchen table!"
She sounded so proud.
"Of course. Jubilee." Janice walked through without tripping over anything, by some miracle, and was glad she had worn sensible shoes that day. She found the kitchen table to be the only clear spot which looked as though paperwork could be done on it, and placed the forms down, along with a black ink pen for the girl to sign. "This shouldn't take long. I'll be certain to have an itinerary done in an hour and everything scheduled out accordingly. It should be very easy to keep track of."
Maybe if the girl had ritalin, it'd be even easier.
As Pinkie would say, Jubilee was full of life. Ritalin would probably get in the way of her gymnastics goals, especially if it flagged a drug test.
Jubilee had to be 100% clean for this! She sat down, and skimmed through the forms, sucking on the end of the pen as she did so. She squinted, then pointed at a sentence, "People really do that?"
"Yes. The form gets an update regularly," Janice confided, sitting down and looking over what Jubilee had as far as the outlines. "Would you prefer that I set all of this up on your computer? That way you can adjust it, as needed."
"That sounds good, yo!" Jubilee pulled out a laptop so covered in stickers that it looked like an old suitcase a frequent traveller would use. If the traveller liked cartoons, anime and movies.
She turned it on, logged in, and turned it towards Janice, "You look like a total sexy librarian."
"I've been told," Janice said with a ghost of a smile, pulling the laptop over and praising the gods that might be, that the keyboard wasn't sticky. She began by setting up the appropriate programs, and keying in the information, while looking at Jubilee's schedule and outlines. It should at least get her through the entire competition and to the closing ceremony, as well as back home again. She wasn't a travel agent, though, and wasn't sure if travel was being provided by sponsers or the comittiee or not, so left the numbers and websites of where she could find a cheap deal or ask for help, if she needed. While she was working, she let her know what she was doing. "I'm going to leave my contact information in here, so if you have any questions? You can phone me up and ask. All right?"
Jubilee was careful with her laptop. After that one time in the tub, where she'd needed a new laptop, anyway.
"Alright! I promise not to bug you at like, odd hours or anything." She peered over Janice's shoulder, trying to see if there were blocks of free time.
There were high chances she'd break that promise.
There wasn't much free time, it was rapidly being filled up. And if it was too odd of an hour, Janice's voicemail took over, and it would have to wait. So Janice, luckily, was wise enough to say while she continued thinking out what priorities would be and typing away, "I work between the hours of nine in the morning and six o'clock. Sometimes, special instances, I work until as late as seven or eight. My own schedule looks something like what yours does. So I mean, requests, within reason. If it's during the day and you can't figure out how to reschedule something, then sure, I can do that. If it's three in the morning? You won't hear back from me until the next business day. If your magazine collection catches on fire or someone's been stabbed, then I can't help you. That's when you need to call nine-one-one. If this program fouls up, then you can call me, and I can come in and fix it, as well as bring up the backup copy remotely if need be. I'll take it home with me and keep it on file."
Jubilee watched her free time disappear with growing anxiety, "There's gonna be me-time right? The Hotness needs the me-time. And a little bit of flexibility to flip hours around. For like planning and shit, yo."
She laughed nervously, "Least I won't be lying when I tell the creeps I'll try to pencil them into my schedule."
"This will be no lie. It's a huge commitment, with being an olympic athelete. So 'the hotness' is going to find her me-time is going to be a bit less me oriented, as it gets closer to the opening ceremony," Janice was saying, and she finished up another month and moved on to the next. "If you've made it this far, then that's commendable. I hope you're able to get a medal, Miss."
"I'm gonna go all the way, Ms. Rand." She thumped her fist into her hand, "That's a promise I won't break. 'cause I don't know I'll have another shot at Olympic gold in four years. I'm getting too old." And she was afraid her prior injuries were going to make this year hard enough. But she decided she had to try.
"Good. Then maybe if you have commercial deals, after you win, you can call me up to organize your schedule then, too." The girl wasn't half as annoying as she'd feared, during the initial phonecall. It sounded like she lived in a bouncy air castle and had chopped up a pile of fruity pebbles cereal and snorted it up both nostrils. "Almost done."
That had been several hours and she'd burned a lot of energy between cleaning and exercising. Yes, this was her AFTER she burned energy.
"Commercial deals? Really? You think that's possible?" She started to bounce in her seat as the prospect sank in. Commercial deals. She could be rich! She could have a real apartment, even a house! A new car!
Okay no, she loved her beetle. She'd get it RESTORED. Yo!
"If you win, that's a typical response. So make sure you win. It also won't last forever, so make sure you have some sort of other plans for your life, afterward," she pointed out, glancing at Jubilee for a moment, like it was a well meant warning. She smiled then, to soften any edge that suggestion had to it, if it sounded too harsh. "I'm sure you'll be fine. Most people would kill to have your sort of energy."
"Well if I go around spending it all, that would be stupid!" Jubilee scoffed, hopping to her feet and literally doing cartwheels around the table, "How about I hire you to set up like a savings schedule so I could be all set up for life and shit." Even if spending it all in two weeks was really, really tempting...
"That would really require someone with more accounting skills than I have. Or a background in investment banking," Janice pointed out, unfettered, still typing away. "I do know a few people that I could refer you to, if you'd like to call me after you win. I'll put you in contact with them. It certainly might help you in the long run to think on that."
Jubilee squeed, and abrubtly stopped mid cartwheel to hug her! "You're totes awesome! I'm recommending you too all my non-gynmast friends!" After all, the competition can't have her, damn it!
Janice gave one of Jubilee's hands a pitpat and grinned a smidge. She could tell the girl meant well and was relieved she had an outlet to channel her exuberence into. A few last keystrokes...and...done. She saved the files for her own keeping and turned the laptop toward Jubilee.
"There you are. Look good to you?"
"No, it looks horribad for my social life." Jubilee laughed nervously, "Do I get shocked or something if I don't keep the schedule?" She might need a shock collar.
"You'll throw other things off if you do, but there's still time in the evening for yourself, before you sleep," Janice pointed at the screen to show her.
"You consider that time?" Jubilee ran a hand down her face, "Okay, Okay. Okay. I can do this. I have to do this. Just don't flash anything shiny in front of me and I can do this."
"I do," she said, and laughed a little bit. "You'll be fine. Look. It's time that you can scoot around too, if you need to. And if something needs to be cut out entirely, you're going to weight out the pros and cons of removing it off the schedule, in favor of something else. That's a personal decision though."
Jubilee nodded her head, sobering up momentarily, "Thanks." She clapped her hands together once and held them like that, "Like, so much. Let me pay you and get you dinner. You're like a stick."
"No that's okay, I have plans for dinner. But thank you very much for the offer." She stood up, took hold of Jubilee's clasped hands and shook them like she was only shaking one hand and not two. "Just pay me the sixty and we'll call it good. If you need me again, for anything, we'll negotiate a price then. Is that all right with you?"
"Dealio!" Jubilee shook her hand, bouncing!
"Sounds good. And good luck, again? I'll be watching as much as I can."
"They have an app for that," Jubilee announced! Then she showed Janice the door. So she could weep for her lost free time in peace.