Chapter 51 #2
The chairs are all shapes and sizes and colors. I jump from chair to chair until I find one that feels amazing on my back. I smile to myself, spinning around to see where Frankie has gone. He’s moved a ton of cabinets out of the way to get to the back.
“You don’t have to do that,” I call out.
“Nonsense! It’s my job.”
I let him do his thing and pull out my phone to text Cammy.
“Are you getting the royal treatment too?”
I stare at my phone, hoping for a response, but I don’t get one, so I close out of it and pull up Solitaire.
“Found one!” Frankie calls out after a few minutes. The metal slides along the floor as he drags it out from behind the others. He gets it on a hand-truck and stops in front of me. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
I wheel my chair to the elevator and up we go. I lead the way back to my office, rolling the chair in front of me while he follows behind, pushing the hand-truck and my brand new filing cabinet without a jammed drawer and that has a key.
He sets it in the spot I want it, hands me the key, then leaves to get my computer. He’s back in ten minutes, and it takes him another ten minutes to get everything connected and plugged in.
“These are already set up for use, so you don’t have to wait for IT or anything. You should be able to log in with your email and password.”
“Email and password…” I say. “Yeah, I didn’t get one of those.”
“Well, I guess you’re not allowed to work today then.” He huffs a laugh.
I smile. “I’ll go see Ken.”
“I’ll grab you some supplies while you do that.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“It’s not a problem. Really.”
Is everyone here so nice?
We walk together until we split ways, me going to the right and him to the left. Ken’s door is open, but I still knock.
“Hey, Cassius. Everything okay?”
“Frankie said I need an email and password to get into the computer.”
“Oh, shoot. Yes. I have that all right here. Just give me one minute.”
He continues typing something on his computer. I look around the office. It’s bright with a lot of family photos. His wife is beautiful and his kids are adorable.
“Eleven and eight,” he says, coming to stand beside me. He offers me a paper. “I think they’re getting more difficult as they get older.”
“Yep, that’s for sure.”
“You have kids?” he asks.
“Oh, uh… no. But I have two younger sisters.”
He whistles, then looks at the family photo fondly. It’s of them outside, sitting at a picnic table. His wife and daughter are sitting while he and his son are standing behind them. They’re all smiling. You can see the kids are a perfect mix of him and his wife.
“You have a beautiful family, Ken.”
“Thank you, Cassius.” He smiles appreciatively. “If you have an issue with that password, let me know.”
“Thank you.”
I get back to my office and log onto the computer with zero issue.
There’s a pop-up alerting me that it needs a moment to get things going which takes about five minutes, and then everything loads.
I don’t know what I’ll need on here yet as far as programs go, but time will tell.
While I wait for Frankie to return, I change my background to something more moody—more calming.
It’s an image of the woods during a rainstorm.
I open my email and see a few with meeting room requests, and I find the master file with the schedule on it.
I look it over, noting the way it’s filled in.
The rooms are offered in hourly blocks, and in the block is the name of the person running it, the reason, and the number of people.
This must help decide which room to put them in since I don’t see the option for them to choose on the form.
The spots requested are open, so I approve them and add them to the file. That’s when Frankie comes back with a large box overflowing with stuff.
“Got everything I could find,” he says.
“You think?”
“There’s more.”
“More?”
“Yeah, I got a big cork board and a white board, but I couldn’t carry those and this. Here’s all this stuff.” He drops the box on the desk. “I’ll be right back. I need to find you a table for your printer too.”
“You can put the printer on the end of the desk over here.”
“No, you’ll need that room. Trust me.”
He leaves before I can say anything, so I go through the box and find a home for everything.
A lot of what he gave me are for organizing, which I appreciate.
Cup holders. Paper holders. Folders. Notebooks.
Pens. Pencils. Highlighters. Paper clips.
A stapler. Literally everything you need for an office.
I can’t imagine needing all of this stuff, but maybe I will.
I’ve never done this before, so what do I know?
Frankie brings back the boards for me along with a small box that he takes apart and pulls out pieces to put together a small table.
“I have a few things I need to do, if that’s okay?”
“Of course it is. Do what you need to do. I’ll be in and out, anyway.”
He pulls the pieces out of the box and starts building the table for the printer.
Ken didn’t give me a timeframe on when to have this stuff done by, but I want to at least get eyes on those sheets for the stock room so I can see what they look like.
By the time I’m done with that, it’s lunch time, and Cammy still hasn’t responded to me.