The perspective of a deadline

I’m not sure what this is. Deadline. This guy here is talking a lot about it. His name is Frank. He draws a lot. But that has nothing to do with me. Please let me out this into perspective for you.

I’m living behind the ink well on Franks Desk. My name is Veronica. But most people call me Eeeek! I find that a strange name. I prefer Veronica. Frank is a nice person. He is a bit messy at times, but that suits me well. I found that spot behind his ink well. He never moves it. It sits on a lovely velvet piece of cloth. It is so comfortable. I’m never going to move out of here.

But that’s enough of me. I want to talk about my friend here, Frank. You see, he has this deadline thing going. The easiest way to explain this to you is by starting at the beginning. I know, you’re right, it’s best to start at the beginning. so don’t get smart on me, I’m telling the story.

I’m sitting here on a lovely Monday morning when Franks phone wakes me up. It stopes and soon after it starts again. This time Frank picks it up. It must be someone he knows. I think it is his friend Chief. He has another friend, Boss is his name. Chief is a good friend. He is laughing a lot with him on the phone. Chief only calls on Monday to Wednesday. Usually this time in the morning. Frank does his usual things, he nods a lot and takes notes. That word deadline is mentioned once or twice.

After that phone call he leaves me alone for the rest of the day. I think he goes back to bed

The next day it’s pretty much the same. The phone rings and Frank takes more notes. And then it is quiet again for the rest of the day.

On Wednesday I get visited. Frank comes to the desk and scribbles things on paper. I have no idea what he is doing. It’s quite funny. He draws something on a paper and a short time later he crunches it up and throws it into the corner. There is a bit of a pile in that corner. At night I go into that corner and sometimes find a lot of yummy things to eat. I can do that every day, but not on a Thursday.

Well, Thursday is a silly day. This is when I see Frank the most. The phone rings and it’s his other friend, Boss. I sometimes can hear him. Frank doesn’t like him, I think. He calls a lot, especially later in the day. Frank is running through the pile he made yesterday. That’s why I don’t like going in there on a Thursday. It’s too dangerous for me. I stay right here behind the ink well. It’s save here. But Frank and Boss are shouting on that phone. Frank gets all sweaty and I see him all night. He drinks a lot of that brown stuff too. He mumbles something about keeping awake and deadline.

From my perspective, it’s the most entertaining night of them all. Frank is with me all the way into Friday morning. And when the sun is rising he jumps up and runs off. He is usually gone by eight. He goes to see his friend Editor. He sees him every Friday. After that it gets quiet here again. It all starts again on Monday.

The end

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