Adelaide's P.O.V
Many overworked days had passed by and yet another had come with a workload that never seemed to reduce. What made the situation even more unbearable was the fact that I, a mere intern, was stuck to my boss like his personal assistant, while his real P.A. was God knows where! I mean I know what kept her occupied, but still! What kind of psychotic boss keeps an intern so close? AND gives them a burdening amount of work?! Was this company facing troubles? How is it that it was so behind work?!
The grumbling thoughts and questions naturally kept going on in my head as I continued to work on client proposals while trying to stick to the format gifted to me by the most gorgeous devil in an angel's disguise, Ms. Giselle. Sore shoulders, sleep-deprived panda eyes, and a starving stomach that was fed not too long ago; that is all I could think of as I groggily reached out to my side drawer and grabbed a handful of coffee-flavoured chocolates from it. Munching and grumbling, my hands didn't stop moving while my brain looked through every nook and corner to search for my diminishing intelligence.
"Just who glorified work? Why did I crave independence?" -mumbling to myself in regret and sadness, I looked for samples and halls as I covered my designated menial tasks one by one. Finishing a part of my work just in time for lunch, I was all excited to fill my famished self until I crossed none but Ms. Giselle herself, in the hallway, walking towards MY CABIN!
'Did I mess up? No, that couldn't be the case. I cross-checked the work before submitting it! Then is it possibly?!'
My beautiful thoughts were interrupted when Ms. Giselle, relentlessly, broke my hopes by handing me another set of files and sending me on my way to the conference room.
"You can take a break after the meeting is done." -those words rang in my head as I longed for a break and dragged my heavy body to the conference room.
I hesitantly knocked on the conference room before entering in to face a hefty familiar looking client seated at the other end of the table with a few others? A quick introduction of mine was given by my employer to our audience as he soon began to explain my expertise and enlighten me with my work all too casually. More like I had to pick up my role from his explanations to our client.
A short meeting of no longer than forty five minutes and a quick handshake of a happy agreement later, me and my disapprovingly incompetent boss left the conference room. I felt giddy. Giddy with immense joy. So giddy that I forgot I was famished. I finally have a proper job to do. A job actually related to my profession!
"Since you missed your lunch hour should we go grab ourselves lunch, Ms Adelaide?"
"Is there something important we have to discuss?...Sir."
"Of course there is."
And so, another session of intense meeting but with food in the company cafeteria began. To brief up, our new client, Mr. Rogan Clark bought a yacht to celebrate his twenty fifth wedding anniversary, the set up of which will be taken care of by Scmith and Co., and I as a fellow interior designer has to first remodel its interior and then help organise their two days one night long yacht party. The best part being, I'm getting a hefty commission for the remodelling and so, my happiness knows no bounds. But, that also means that I have a lot of expectations to meet and a lot of work to complete. What better way to start a commissioned project than with work stress right? In conclusion, I stayed working overtime, yet again...
A new day came with added tasks. Some that felt rewarding and most that felt futile. It seemed that work could never always be rewarding and that was what made me demotivated. Although working on the yacht samples was fulfilling it wasn't all that exciting anymore. The work load would pile up almost instantly and the deadline would only seem nearer every other second. The dilly-dallying persisted a few more days until we finally had the opportunity to check out the live model of the yacht.
The moment wherein the drawings were faced with reality played before my eyes as I stood facing the gorgeous three-story, hybrid yacht before me. Even though it's exterior was the only item checked off of the list of modifications it needed, the yacht still looked mesmerizing with its sleek outline and elegant shape covered in mainly metallic grey paint with few of it's striking features in black. To finalize the interior, the team was taking a quick tour of the yacht before the official construction began. Inspection of the fixtures took place, their durability and quality checks were once again undertaken before me, Dylan and two other co-workers moved onto aligning the designs with the respective rooms.
The yacht looked quite depressing from the inside. Having had only basic plastering being done to its interior, it lacked a lot of aesthetics that were essential to boost its value. But based on the designs and the actual setting there luckily were no notable changes that needed to be made. The third floor bearing the control room and lodging place was set aside for the Captain. The second floor contained space for two fine master bedrooms well acquainted with quality washrooms not falling short of personal shower space and a bathtub fitting for couples. Finally, the first or base floor was set aside for the main event; having a mini bar, a cosy living area space and a fitting rectangular swimming pool at the entrance.
"Be sure to check the flooring on the top floors. Any measurements that were previously left out should, needless to say, be taken today. We'll wind up in about thirty minutes. Do not forget anything behind." -and so on were the instructions of Dylan as we split into two groups to check for any faults. The co-workers group being in charge of the upper two floors whereas me and our lovely boss were to check the main area. There were nearly no problems with the living area and the mini-bar, which meant that they'd be successfully completed in another day. But that wasn't the case with the pool area. Not only did it's surrounding need a revise in its design but, the pool's flooring was left incomplete.
Taking a few pictures of the finished area for reference I turned around to face Dylan.
"It seems like they changed the pool layout." -I stated while looking over the pool and slowly stepping closer to a hunching, lost-in-thought Dylan.
"Not only did they increase its measurements but also changed the shape from a circle. Stay back, the plastering is cracking here. They'll have to redo it. If there is anything else that needs to be redone make a list of it after taking the suggestion of your superiors and send it to the developers by lunch time today, Adelaide." -getting up from his place he started walking towards the only entrance cum exit of the yacht. Seems like we're done with our floor. I proceeded to follow my efficient-no-room-for-mistakes boss who was making reminder calls all the while effortlessly jumping off of the yacht and onto the slightly and yet not so slightly afar platform. I was going to follow his leading footsteps in doing the same until I saw his free arm outstretched in my direction.
Grabbing hold of the files in one arm tightly, I reached out my hand to hold his and jumped onto the platform, landed on Dylan's feet all the while banging my head into him as a result of my carelessness.