Free Life After That by Barbara Kevin

did not see that coming.
    "Yeah, well, you've been working on filling for almost 2 years now, it was about time for you to move on. It wouldn't be fair to you for me to keep you here forever. So I put a good word on you for this man in charge of editing this show and he wants you to work for him now."
    "Oh my God! Editing? Are you serious?"
    "Of course I am. But, as you are still in college, he can only hire you as an assistant."
    "That's not a problem. Not at all."
    "Good. So here's his card. I don't know the details so you'll have to call him. You finish things here today and that's your last day filing."
    "Oh Mr. Goodman, thank you so much, I don't even know how to thank you."
    "Don't mention. You are a great girl, a hard worker and you'll be missed... But you deserve it."
    "Oh thank you for your kindness, sir."
    They shook hands and Kirstin left the office still thanking him while leaving. She was so hyped. Editing was big. At least for her, still a college student, editing was huge.
    "So, you got the big news, I suppose." Marge said from behind her desk when she saw the big smile on Kirstin's face.
    "You knew?"
    "Of course I knew! I know everything that goes on around here. Congratulations, honey." Marge got out of her chair to give Kirstin a hug.
    "Thank you. I am kinda sad I'm gonna have to leave you and Mr. Goodman though. You are great people."
    "Oh, don't worry about us. We're gonna be just fine. And so are you. And we are gonna be just some floors away."
    "Yeah, I guess. Thanks." Kirstin said giving Marge another hug "Well, let me get back to work so I can finish things here and go home to talk to his guy here." she said holding up the card she had in his hands.
    "Ok dear. But come visit me every time you can alright?"
    "I sure will. Thanks Marge. For everything. You're so sweet."
    "Oh dear, you too."
    "Well… bye then."
    "Goodbye."
    Kirstin rushed to finish things there. When she was done, she went straight to her house to call Andrew Jackson, the editing guy.
    "Hello?"
    "Hello. Andrew Jackson?"
    "Yeah, who is it?"
    "Hi, my name is Kirstin. I work, well, I used to work for Mr. Goodman at MTV. He told me you wanted me to work for you."
    "Oh Kirstin. Of course. Hi! Yeah, I need someone to start working right away and Goodman told me good things about you and your work. Can you come meet me tomorrow so we can talk better about your job?"
    "Yes, of course. Where should I meet you?" she said getting a piece of paper and a pen.
    "Well, it can be here at MTV. I'm on the 10th floor. Is 3 o'clock good for you?"
    "Yes."
    "Good. So 3 it is. And when you get to the floor, just ask anybody for Andrew Jackson and someone will tell you where you can find me. You'll see things on the 10th floor are a bit different from where you used to work." he led out a little laughter. So did Kirstin.
    "Well, that's fine with me."
    "Great, so we'll meet tomorrow."
    "Ok, thank you Mr. Jackson."
    "Oh no! Please, call me Andy."
    "Alright. Thank you Andy."
    "No problem. Bye."
    Kirstin was so happy she would scream. And she did. Things were starting to work for her. At least in the job department that was.
    THE NEXT DAY
    At 3 o'clock sharp, Kirstin got out of the elevator at the 10th floor. As Andrew said, things were different there. Completely different. There were people coming and going, people holding piles of tapes, papers, things were hectic there. She stopped a Japanese guy who was holding a cup of coffee and didn't seem in as much of a rush as the rest of the people there.
    "Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Andrew Jackson's office?"
    "Yeah, it's right over… actually, I'm going that way. Follow me."
    "Thank you."
    Kirstin passed a corridor with a lot of rooms and those that had the doors opened, Kirstin tried to take a peak at them. She saw a lot of TV monitors, headphones, VCRs and tables with a lot of buttons on them. Kirstin was so excited. This was exactly the kind of job she wanted after graduating. To work behind the