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Someday I'm really going to study for my finals instead of writing fanfic but that day is not here yet. I don't own them Spoilers: It's all fair game. Archive: Anywhere
"Were anticipating snowfall of at least 36-48 inches tonight..." The television echoed in the near empty bull pen. Well that doesn't sound good. I look at the clock. 9:15. I should be home in my pj's curling up in bed with a good book by now. I should have had my car fixed by now that way I wouldn't have to be dependent on him for a ride home. I look at the clock again. 9:17. Okay that's it. Time to go. "JOSH!" Silence. "Josh!" Silence again. Damn him he's going to make me come in there. "Josh, don't make me come in there! I'm going to count to three.....One....Two....Two and a half......Two and three quarters...Alright buddy you asked for it..." I get up from my desk. I grab the doorknob to his office. "Three!" I swing the door open. I do this a little too hard because it swings and hits the wall. "Donna!" He looks up from his papers. He looks disheveled and tired. He's been working on this bill for hours. I feel almost bad about yelling. Almost that is. "Josh it's time to go." I stand in front of his desk with his hands on my hips. He's looking down again at his paperwork. "Go ahead Donna. I'll see you tomorrow." He doesn't look up he just waves his hand as a signal for me to leave. He forgot. He forgot our whole entire conversation this morning about Troy my mechanic and my blown engine. He forgot he graciously agreed to drive me home. "You forgot." This makes him look up. "Forgot what." He puts down his pen now. OOh we're making progress. "Troy." His face contorts in obvious confusion. Apparently I have to explain everthing. "Troy who?" "My mechanic." I wave my hands frantically. "I forgot Troy your mechanic?" He is trying to peice things together. "Josh do you ever listen to me when I talk?" "Huh?" He's pouring over the paperwork again. "Josh!" "Donna!" "Josh this morning I came in here all flustered because I had to take a cab because Troy my mechanic still didn't have my car fixed. You said and I quote, "Donna, have no fear, I'll drive you home tonight." "I used the words "have no fear?" This he smiles at. "Maybe not exactly." "Fine Donna. Just give me 45 more minutes. Here sort through these for me." He hands me a stack of papers. He's putting me to work!! The nerve. My digust shows. He looks slightly apologetic. Not apologetic enough to make me do work. "Josh I really think we should go now. The snow is starting to come down pretty hard out there. The weather is talking several feet expected." "Donna, please, your not taking the word of the weathermen are you. They do this all the time. They predict all these chatastrophic weather scenerios, everyone gets in a tizzy, and and inch barely falls. It's stictly for ratings." "But Josh..." "45 mintues Donna..." I slump my shoulders in defeat and leave the office dejected. The West Wing is silent. Everyone else had the good sense to go home. I unfortunately work for a psycho. A blizzard warning is now scrolling across the TV screen. "This can't be good." I say aloud for no one to hear me.
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