"Well, we all go through it again: we have received commitments from 20 authors, all documented and filed in the green folder. The conditions are clarified. We have contact details so that we, at any time problems whom, and two or three authors Alternatively we could have, if one fails. Per reading 30-40 tickets have been sold, sufficient seating we have, for snacks then makes your mother enough flyers for the shops yesterday were delivered ... so, anything? "
" I have everything checked off on the checklist, "Maja nibbled nervously in their pen.
"Maja, all is well. After our vacation we still have 2 weeks to start your reading month. And even then, only 4 first authors in the first week of it. We can do it! You'll see it will be really good. "
Maja was very excited when it came to reading events. to organize such events were something new for them. I tried as best he is calm and hoped that everything would run smoothly and Maja by relaxed again. The advertising for the month was crime at the customers of the shops was well received. We set out to keep the reading personal and not invite too many visitors, so that the charm was not lost from Maja's small bookstore with its sofas and armchairs. Helena, Maya's Mom was hooked at once and promised for the physical well during the readings to make. On four evenings per week a month should the long-crime fans will be taught to shudder.
Until our great holiday on Sylt was only one more week. We decided actually great for the hotel and could not wait even to relax finally, finally, in this beautiful setting.
When I arrived on Wednesday in the agency ruled, already tense activity. Did I miss something? When I went yesterday, all was quiet. No large project just before the deadline, no dramatic twists in sight. But that was mostly. Ominous things announced themselves rare, they met a like a bolt out of nowhere. So also on this day. , I turned on my computer, waiting for access my inbox can. I had five new e-mails, three of them from Mr. P. That made me not bode well.
The deal with a promising author had burst. Another agency had received at the end of the contract and hold out now, we had our head. In half an hour a meeting was scheduled. Fantastic. Such a thing happened, it was just part of business. Of course it was anything but pleasant. All the work was in vain and if it turns out that the author met expectations or exceeded them even, that was a huge defeat. It was right, analysis, had changed the reasons why the author of the Agency.
I knew that this meeting is equivalent to a devastating hurricane would. Now it was time to go head held high in the lion's den and to endure the storm over him. The next day would prevail ice age, but then would smooth out the waves. New projects would be processed and the drama would be (hopefully) forget.
Tom sat in his office and seemed to be just as excited about the upcoming deadline, as I do.
"What a morning! As if not everything already stressful enough, we now need to tear down your hair as well. "Tom cried his eyes wearily.
"Eyes Wide Shut. Helps yes Unfortunately, nothing. I would not know what we should do otherwise would have. If the other agency has better conditions than ours, then so be it. Mr. P did not make the slightest concession. What we have done so to do? "
" Tell him that and you can pack up your things. "
" I know. "
We sat in silence in Tom's office and waited for the meeting began. Not that I could hardly wait, but the sooner it started, the quicker it was over.
The appointment of Mr. P was worse than expected. He screamed and ranted that the walls shook. It did not matter what we said it did not make it better. slipped after three quarters of an hour we returned to our offices. Even the Dollenberg took off with his head down.
I closed my office door behind me and sat at my desk. Such a thunderstorm was never pretty, even if you knew it was not necessarily justified. I now needed a little rest, no colleagues, just my work.
I had just opened a manuscript when it knocked on my door, and Tom came into my office.
"Sady, I must go. My grandfather is back in the hospital. "What a timing.
"shit. Oh man, I'm sorry. "I got up put a hand on his arm.
"I can somehow ? Help "I was so tired and exhausted Tom rarely seen.
"I'm going out first. Then I'll look further. I'm sorry that I was hanging up here now with the mess. But I must out there now. "
" Oh, stop it! I understand that. I have a grave here, and go on as usual. You can change the situation now, nothing more. Driving to your family. "
" Thanks. "
" and sign up if something is "
" I do. "With drooping shoulders Tom left my office. I felt sorry. The situation with his Grandpa did not look good. It was clear that the end was imminent. It was also the best for the old man, but for the relatives had any bad losses. I hoped it would go fast.
" I have everything checked off on the checklist, "Maja nibbled nervously in their pen.
"Maja, all is well. After our vacation we still have 2 weeks to start your reading month. And even then, only 4 first authors in the first week of it. We can do it! You'll see it will be really good. "
Maja was very excited when it came to reading events. to organize such events were something new for them. I tried as best he is calm and hoped that everything would run smoothly and Maja by relaxed again. The advertising for the month was crime at the customers of the shops was well received. We set out to keep the reading personal and not invite too many visitors, so that the charm was not lost from Maja's small bookstore with its sofas and armchairs. Helena, Maya's Mom was hooked at once and promised for the physical well during the readings to make. On four evenings per week a month should the long-crime fans will be taught to shudder.
Until our great holiday on Sylt was only one more week. We decided actually great for the hotel and could not wait even to relax finally, finally, in this beautiful setting.
When I arrived on Wednesday in the agency ruled, already tense activity. Did I miss something? When I went yesterday, all was quiet. No large project just before the deadline, no dramatic twists in sight. But that was mostly. Ominous things announced themselves rare, they met a like a bolt out of nowhere. So also on this day. , I turned on my computer, waiting for access my inbox can. I had five new e-mails, three of them from Mr. P. That made me not bode well.
The deal with a promising author had burst. Another agency had received at the end of the contract and hold out now, we had our head. In half an hour a meeting was scheduled. Fantastic. Such a thing happened, it was just part of business. Of course it was anything but pleasant. All the work was in vain and if it turns out that the author met expectations or exceeded them even, that was a huge defeat. It was right, analysis, had changed the reasons why the author of the Agency.
I knew that this meeting is equivalent to a devastating hurricane would. Now it was time to go head held high in the lion's den and to endure the storm over him. The next day would prevail ice age, but then would smooth out the waves. New projects would be processed and the drama would be (hopefully) forget.
Tom sat in his office and seemed to be just as excited about the upcoming deadline, as I do.
"What a morning! As if not everything already stressful enough, we now need to tear down your hair as well. "Tom cried his eyes wearily.
"Eyes Wide Shut. Helps yes Unfortunately, nothing. I would not know what we should do otherwise would have. If the other agency has better conditions than ours, then so be it. Mr. P did not make the slightest concession. What we have done so to do? "
" Tell him that and you can pack up your things. "
" I know. "
We sat in silence in Tom's office and waited for the meeting began. Not that I could hardly wait, but the sooner it started, the quicker it was over.
The appointment of Mr. P was worse than expected. He screamed and ranted that the walls shook. It did not matter what we said it did not make it better. slipped after three quarters of an hour we returned to our offices. Even the Dollenberg took off with his head down.
I closed my office door behind me and sat at my desk. Such a thunderstorm was never pretty, even if you knew it was not necessarily justified. I now needed a little rest, no colleagues, just my work.
I had just opened a manuscript when it knocked on my door, and Tom came into my office.
"Sady, I must go. My grandfather is back in the hospital. "What a timing.
"shit. Oh man, I'm sorry. "I got up put a hand on his arm.
"I can somehow ? Help "I was so tired and exhausted Tom rarely seen.
"I'm going out first. Then I'll look further. I'm sorry that I was hanging up here now with the mess. But I must out there now. "
" Oh, stop it! I understand that. I have a grave here, and go on as usual. You can change the situation now, nothing more. Driving to your family. "
" Thanks. "
" and sign up if something is "
" I do. "With drooping shoulders Tom left my office. I felt sorry. The situation with his Grandpa did not look good. It was clear that the end was imminent. It was also the best for the old man, but for the relatives had any bad losses. I hoped it would go fast.
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