Isn’t that silly?
When she’s gone, my life is just this blur of work and responsibility.
making sure everyone is keeping their head above water.
and then she arrives and all of that noise just stops.
Every minute feels precious and priceless.
and I’m hyper-aware that we have far too few of them.
I have stuff going on right now professionally that’s eating a lot of my brain space,
& I hate it. I hate it so much.
I don’t want to think about anything other than enjoying every second she’s here
Every day I have her within arm’s reach.
ChaoticConcertina:She asked why I don’t have a serious girlfriend, LOL.
I feel like she’s my best advertisement.
I should start wearing a sign around my neck.
Questionable at relationships, but I make great kids.
That’s sure to attract someone’s eye, right?
“This is it! We are officially live, ladies!”
The gnomes cheered and Hedda lifted her water bottle. Sumi had been surprised when the troll had come back with the names of two middle-aged identical twins, but Hedda had been adamant.
“They were fast, like crazy fast. They’ve been working in the industry their whole lives, and we know they’re not going to get into a knock down drag out fight because they’re family and have to see each other over holidays. “
“Isn’t thatmoreof a reason why they would get into a knock down drag out fight?!”
The troll had just laughed. “Trust me. These are the two we want. If we need to hire more, the dragonborn and the goblin with the blue hair.”
She had nodded, making a note to herself, but she was confident they were as staffed as they would ever need to be. Seff and her sister Doona would rotate between design and delivery, depending on the needs of the business. They had another potential driver waiting in the wings, a responsible-seeming troll whose youngest had just started primary school, but Sumi had a feeling they were adequate for the time being.
That was, at least, until she flipped down the computer, connecting to the Bloomerang wire system.
“I’m putting it on auto accept. At least for the first week or two, just to get our shop populating in the order queue, you know?” Her nerves were jangling. This was it. Her dream, her long held dream, finally a reality.Who cares what that handsome jerk thinks. You worked hard for this. You had a deal with middle schoolers for years for this. You lost a tooth for this. What has he done?
Sumi was halfway across the shop, getting ready to unlock the door for the first time when she paused. Her head cocked, listening intently. There was something wrong. There wassomething wrong with the printer, the feed running and running and running.
“Shit. Fucking printer . . .” She’d fixed the printer in the school office on more than one occasion, she wasn’t going to let this slow her down. She arrived back in the design room prepared to restart the damn thing when she stopped short, finding all three of her staff members huddled around the computer with wide eyes. The printer wasn’t malfunctioning, Sumi realized.
It wasprinting.
Order after order, an endless stack. More orders than they have flowers, she realized, squealing. “Turn it off, turn off!”
Hedda fell forward, quickly tapping open the Bloomerang screen. She and Sumi huddled, each order that spit out ratcheting up her pulse a bit more, until she finally found the option to turn orders completely off.
She whirled around, staring at the stack of paper as though it might bite. “Holy shit.”
“Alright girls,” Hedda said, laughing weakly, “let’s get to work! Are–are you going to unlock—“
