Celeste is pissed. She is literally sick and tired of people telling her how she should feel.
“Thanks, but no Mr. Macklethorn, I don’t think things have worked out well all things considered. Online Editor of Benefits wasn’t the position I wanted and I don’t give a fig how many assignments I can file remotely, before and during my leave. There’s no upside to my leave of absence sir. And if you’re going to keep calling me by my surname, call me Ms. Clark.” Celeste doesn’t wait for a response, she just gets up and leaves his office.
She’s glad she got it out. It feels good to get it out. The name thing had been eating at her like the cancer. Fuck Cancer. Her sister had ordered them matching ‘Fuck Cancer’ T-shirts. They are going to wear them when they go in for the bone marrow transplant. Of course she is grateful that her sister is a match and of course she is grateful that she even has a shot at prolonging life with this shit hand but why isn’t she allowed to feel shitty and pissed about the goddamn fact she had cancer. Shit, that’s all she wants, to have a sober rant once in a while.
8 min at home on 5.7.13
dip source: Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
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