technically that’s the same thing.’ I ducked around him
and went back under the archway.
‘Maybe we could cook individual meals in separate kitchens but
at the same time,’ he said after me.
I looked back laughing but he wasn’t smiling. ‘Is everything
okay?’ I stopped.
‘Sure,’ he said. ‘Mustn’t break the rules.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘Nothing,’ he barely shrugged.
I flapped a hand out gesturing the bathroom and then went in
over the cool laminate floor.
‘What have you done in here?’ he asked leaning a hand against
the doorframe.
I screwed my eyes at the question. ‘I’m going to replace the
floor with the wood that’s out there.’
‘Wood in the bathroom.’ He cocked his
head. ‘You want to make sure it’s sealed properly.’
‘Right.’ I raised my eyes to heaven.
‘Or not. You could just let it flood
quietly below the floorboards.’
‘Maybe I will.’ I went back out underneath his arm and opened
the opposite door.
‘Your bed.’ He recognised it, following
me in.
‘It’s one of the few pieces of furniture I actually own.’ I ran
my hand over the iron frame.
‘Well, you’ve got me where you want me,’ he said, coming towards
me.
‘I’ve had a rough week.’ I pouted and leaned into him.
‘Me too.’
‘Let’s just forget about it.’
He brought his hand to my face and we kissed. I pulled off his
jumper and kissed down his chest until I found the soft part of his stomach and
then the tension and then the taste.
The sun winked off a glass tower as I made my way around the
R&D floor to a Buddy meeting with Boris. I mentally went over the points I was
going to make and joined him at the oval table.
‘This looks quite good,’ he said flicking through my BelOpt specs.
‘Boris, how can you say that? I don’t know what I’m doing.’
‘Has Phil taken a look?’
‘No. And he’s ignoring my emails now too.’
‘I’ll talk to him.’ He made a note.
‘Look, Boris, I’m really afraid of missing some requirement.
I don’t know the significance of things and –’
‘Well that’s why we’re having these meetings, Orla . Flowcharts, please?’
I pushed them over and he began ticking boxes on a list. It was
a checklist of what I had to produce for him.
‘Any word of our training yet? My deadline
is only a few weeks away.’
‘You’ve had Market Data training.’
‘What? Was that it? An hour about terminology? That’s a joke. I mean, Boris.’ I started laughing, ‘this whole thing is just crazy.
It’s going to fall on its face.’
‘You got a test spec written yet?’
‘No. Will write the test based on implementation.’
‘I thought we were incorporating test first development?’
‘Yeah. Test first development, Boris.
Not test first design.’
‘Look.’ He put down his pen. ‘Can you just answer the questions
without being smart?’
‘Oh... sorry.’
‘What’s your schedule for the rest of the week?’
‘I’ve started development on BelOpt and in the meantime I’ve passed that spec on to Desktop.’ I nodded at the specification
in his hands. ‘Also working on a bug-fix for Germany and I have a few other investigation
reports.’
‘What’s Germany?’
‘The IDs are being calculated incorrectly for OTCs. Looks like it’s always been there and no one’s noticed.’
‘Okay. Make sure you get your code reviewed by Sam before rolling
it out. Any other problems?’
‘Are you joking?’
‘Look Orla . I don’t think your attitude
is conducive to your situation, to be honest. I mean if I were you, I’d see this
process as a positive thing. Something I could use to my benefit.’
‘Boris, do you not realise, I don’t know what I’m doing.’ I said
it louder than I meant to.
‘It’s actually perfectly simple,’ he snapped back, ‘you try your
best. If you’re stuck we’ll get you help. As a senior you should be able to handle
this, Orla . Things could go smoothly, if everyone
and went back under the archway.
‘Maybe we could cook individual meals in separate kitchens but
at the same time,’ he said after me.
I looked back laughing but he wasn’t smiling. ‘Is everything
okay?’ I stopped.
‘Sure,’ he said. ‘Mustn’t break the rules.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘Nothing,’ he barely shrugged.
I flapped a hand out gesturing the bathroom and then went in
over the cool laminate floor.
‘What have you done in here?’ he asked leaning a hand against
the doorframe.
I screwed my eyes at the question. ‘I’m going to replace the
floor with the wood that’s out there.’
‘Wood in the bathroom.’ He cocked his
head. ‘You want to make sure it’s sealed properly.’
‘Right.’ I raised my eyes to heaven.
‘Or not. You could just let it flood
quietly below the floorboards.’
‘Maybe I will.’ I went back out underneath his arm and opened
the opposite door.
‘Your bed.’ He recognised it, following
me in.
‘It’s one of the few pieces of furniture I actually own.’ I ran
my hand over the iron frame.
‘Well, you’ve got me where you want me,’ he said, coming towards
me.
‘I’ve had a rough week.’ I pouted and leaned into him.
‘Me too.’
‘Let’s just forget about it.’
He brought his hand to my face and we kissed. I pulled off his
jumper and kissed down his chest until I found the soft part of his stomach and
then the tension and then the taste.
The sun winked off a glass tower as I made my way around the
R&D floor to a Buddy meeting with Boris. I mentally went over the points I was
going to make and joined him at the oval table.
‘This looks quite good,’ he said flicking through my BelOpt specs.
‘Boris, how can you say that? I don’t know what I’m doing.’
‘Has Phil taken a look?’
‘No. And he’s ignoring my emails now too.’
‘I’ll talk to him.’ He made a note.
‘Look, Boris, I’m really afraid of missing some requirement.
I don’t know the significance of things and –’
‘Well that’s why we’re having these meetings, Orla . Flowcharts, please?’
I pushed them over and he began ticking boxes on a list. It was
a checklist of what I had to produce for him.
‘Any word of our training yet? My deadline
is only a few weeks away.’
‘You’ve had Market Data training.’
‘What? Was that it? An hour about terminology? That’s a joke. I mean, Boris.’ I started laughing, ‘this whole thing is just crazy.
It’s going to fall on its face.’
‘You got a test spec written yet?’
‘No. Will write the test based on implementation.’
‘I thought we were incorporating test first development?’
‘Yeah. Test first development, Boris.
Not test first design.’
‘Look.’ He put down his pen. ‘Can you just answer the questions
without being smart?’
‘Oh... sorry.’
‘What’s your schedule for the rest of the week?’
‘I’ve started development on BelOpt and in the meantime I’ve passed that spec on to Desktop.’ I nodded at the specification
in his hands. ‘Also working on a bug-fix for Germany and I have a few other investigation
reports.’
‘What’s Germany?’
‘The IDs are being calculated incorrectly for OTCs. Looks like it’s always been there and no one’s noticed.’
‘Okay. Make sure you get your code reviewed by Sam before rolling
it out. Any other problems?’
‘Are you joking?’
‘Look Orla . I don’t think your attitude
is conducive to your situation, to be honest. I mean if I were you, I’d see this
process as a positive thing. Something I could use to my benefit.’
‘Boris, do you not realise, I don’t know what I’m doing.’ I said
it louder than I meant to.
‘It’s actually perfectly simple,’ he snapped back, ‘you try your
best. If you’re stuck we’ll get you help. As a senior you should be able to handle
this, Orla . Things could go smoothly, if everyone
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