[OOC Post]: Writing Samples
Example RP Entry: Nanao believed in plans. She believed in schedules and structure. Her beloved Crackberry Blackberry, to which she was quite literally attached at the hip (where the holster was clipped), told her where she had to be, who she had to meet, what she had to do and when, each and every single day. Plans and schedules were efficient and organized, which was why she lived her life by them.
…And then she’d met her new boss and found out what her job actually entailed.
Needless to say, this was not part of any plan she had prepared. Indeed, she was hard-pressed to think of anything in her nearly 25 years of life that prepared her for handling Kyouraku Shunsui, who apparently wouldn’t recognize a schedule even if it danced the Macarena right in front of his face. He came in late, and left whenever he wanted, for however long he wanted. He was an incorrigible flirt, a terrible procrastinator, and on several occasions, she’d found him asleep or drunk (or both!) on the job. She would never understand how this man became Executive Chairman of the Board. He was a lawsuit just waiting to happen.
As it was, working at SSI meant that schedules meant nothing and yet everything at the same time. Every work day meant that appointments and meetings would be shuffled around to fit Shunsui’s erratically timed comings-and-goings, and that in turn made it all the more important to keep track of what time slots these occasions were switched to. Nanao’s time management and organization skills were being taxed to the limits and she lived in mortal fear that her Blackberry would give up the ghost one of these days from overuse. On top of all the event-juggling, she was forced to make excuses for her boss and soothe any ruffled feathers that occurred when a meeting had to be postponed once again. And she had to make sure he submitted his paperwork on time. To add insult to injury, she also had to put up with his ridiculous attentions. No matter how many times she’d impressed upon him the inappropriateness of his calling her “Nanao-chan”, he simply wouldn’t stop! He was maddening!
But perhaps she was being unfair. For all his improprieties, his inability to be punctual, and his occasional moments of non-sobriety, he really was a genuinely kind man, who was actually quite good at his job when he did do it. However much he exasperated her, he didn’t do the things he did to give her a hard time on purpose; it was just the way he was.
And she was already beginning to find ways to cope with handling him. For instance, she’d taken to carrying around a large padfolio as it made for a rather handy shield when Shunsui got particularly…enthusiastic with his attentions. (She also found, through trial-and-error, that her purse, briefcase, morning coffee, or whatever else was at hand worked equally as well as impromptu Shunsui-deterrents.) She’d also learned it was important to pick her battles; it was too draining to be frustrated all the time. One of her first concessions was to resign herself to being called “Nanao-chan” for the rest of her professional career at SSI.
That did not mean, however, that she would concede to allowing him to skip out on his work, like he was trying to do right now.
“And just where do you think you’re going, sir?” she asked with more than a hint of steel in her voice.
Caught red-handed, Shunsui slowly turned around, smiling queasily as she adjusted her glasses, the light glinting off the lenses ominously.
Nanao sighed. Well, it’d only been a month after all. There was still plenty of time to whip him into shape.
Example Journal Entry: It appears I will be working overtime. Again.
Kyouraku-san, as you decided to take a four hour “lunch break” today, consequently missing three appointments and one conference call, I must insist that you be on your very best behavior tomorrow in recompense. You have a very important meeting tomorrow at 1:30 PM. Let me again stress how important this meeting is: it is ABSOLUTELY VITAL that you attend. You will NOT be late, you will NOT flirt with any of the females there (the Legal Department is still working on the last sexual harassment lawsuit you were served), and for gods’ sakes, try not to spill any coffee on yourself before you go in.
[Private to Kyouraku-san]
I know where your sake stash is. Fail to comply and the alcohol gets it.
[/Private]
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must get to work on all the paperwork that accumulated while you were gone.
By the way, has anyone seen my stapler? Last I heard, President Yamamoto’s is missing as well. It appears we have a stapler thief among us
((This is a locked OOC post for archival purposes.))
…And then she’d met her new boss and found out what her job actually entailed.
Needless to say, this was not part of any plan she had prepared. Indeed, she was hard-pressed to think of anything in her nearly 25 years of life that prepared her for handling Kyouraku Shunsui, who apparently wouldn’t recognize a schedule even if it danced the Macarena right in front of his face. He came in late, and left whenever he wanted, for however long he wanted. He was an incorrigible flirt, a terrible procrastinator, and on several occasions, she’d found him asleep or drunk (or both!) on the job. She would never understand how this man became Executive Chairman of the Board. He was a lawsuit just waiting to happen.
As it was, working at SSI meant that schedules meant nothing and yet everything at the same time. Every work day meant that appointments and meetings would be shuffled around to fit Shunsui’s erratically timed comings-and-goings, and that in turn made it all the more important to keep track of what time slots these occasions were switched to. Nanao’s time management and organization skills were being taxed to the limits and she lived in mortal fear that her Blackberry would give up the ghost one of these days from overuse. On top of all the event-juggling, she was forced to make excuses for her boss and soothe any ruffled feathers that occurred when a meeting had to be postponed once again. And she had to make sure he submitted his paperwork on time. To add insult to injury, she also had to put up with his ridiculous attentions. No matter how many times she’d impressed upon him the inappropriateness of his calling her “Nanao-chan”, he simply wouldn’t stop! He was maddening!
But perhaps she was being unfair. For all his improprieties, his inability to be punctual, and his occasional moments of non-sobriety, he really was a genuinely kind man, who was actually quite good at his job when he did do it. However much he exasperated her, he didn’t do the things he did to give her a hard time on purpose; it was just the way he was.
And she was already beginning to find ways to cope with handling him. For instance, she’d taken to carrying around a large padfolio as it made for a rather handy shield when Shunsui got particularly…enthusiastic with his attentions. (She also found, through trial-and-error, that her purse, briefcase, morning coffee, or whatever else was at hand worked equally as well as impromptu Shunsui-deterrents.) She’d also learned it was important to pick her battles; it was too draining to be frustrated all the time. One of her first concessions was to resign herself to being called “Nanao-chan” for the rest of her professional career at SSI.
That did not mean, however, that she would concede to allowing him to skip out on his work, like he was trying to do right now.
“And just where do you think you’re going, sir?” she asked with more than a hint of steel in her voice.
Caught red-handed, Shunsui slowly turned around, smiling queasily as she adjusted her glasses, the light glinting off the lenses ominously.
Nanao sighed. Well, it’d only been a month after all. There was still plenty of time to whip him into shape.
Example Journal Entry: It appears I will be working overtime. Again.
Kyouraku-san, as you decided to take a four hour “lunch break” today, consequently missing three appointments and one conference call, I must insist that you be on your very best behavior tomorrow in recompense. You have a very important meeting tomorrow at 1:30 PM. Let me again stress how important this meeting is: it is ABSOLUTELY VITAL that you attend. You will NOT be late, you will NOT flirt with any of the females there (the Legal Department is still working on the last sexual harassment lawsuit you were served), and for gods’ sakes, try not to spill any coffee on yourself before you go in.
[Private to Kyouraku-san]
I know where your sake stash is. Fail to comply and the alcohol gets it.
[/Private]
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must get to work on all the paperwork that accumulated while you were gone.
By the way, has anyone seen my stapler? Last I heard, President Yamamoto’s is missing as well. It appears we have a stapler thief among us
((This is a locked OOC post for archival purposes.))