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was also the last day of my life.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 5
     
     
     
      The following days were just as mentally challenging as the first had been, and really, just a total blur for me.  I had so much information to retain that I felt like I was back in University cramming for some horrible exam I believed I wasn't ready for.
  I spent every day watching and listening to Carole closely, and I tried to anticipate her answers before she gave them, with honestly only about 50% accuracy.  I was overwhelmed still but feeling a little more like myself as I slowly took hold of my surroundings and relaxed a little within them.
  I was also starting to speak casually with the 14 employees in the office, and I learned through asking the sneaky, untrustworthy, private note reading receptionist Madeline to do multiple tasks for me as an 'on the down low', she felt included and much more helpful to me.  I understood that by creating a situation where she felt trusted by me, she was actually becoming a little trustworthy for me.
  During my first week in my new career I also received a beautiful vase of blue roses every single day at 11:00 in the morning with a note.

Sophie
I’m looking forward to Sunday.
Have a great day,
Peter
P.S. 5 days to go... 4 days to go... 3 days to go. . . etc. as each day passed with the beautiful delivery.

  I received my flowers everyday like clockwork until Friday when my roses didn't arrive on time.  And I'll admit it, I was bummed. 
      Originally, I was embarrassed by the deliveries because they were a little much and I didn't like the attention I was getting as a new employee.  I knew all the office staff were looking at my flowers, and maybe even reading the notes before I was, which made me nervous of their judgments so soon after I started.  I also knew they were all waiting to see if my flowers arrived at 11:00 each day because even Carole asked on Friday if my delivery had arrived, which it hadn't. 
  Strangely, on Friday I was rose-less and confused.  I thought over lunch maybe Peter had stopped sending them because I rudely hadn't called him again to thank him after each delivery.  Or maybe because he was bored with the game already he stopped.  I didn't know why, but admittedly, I thought about my lack of roses for the better part of Friday afternoon with a bit of disappointment I couldn't help. 
      I was definitely intrigued by Peter and his tenacity, and I was also a woman, so obviously that kind of attention was exciting, regardless of the poor timing for me professionally.
      However, by 4:00 Friday afternoon Madeline came barging into Carole's office with my flowers to my surprise.  Practically bouncing, she was dying to hear what the card said, so I threw her a bone.  Opening up the envelope beside Carole as Madeline watched on, I burst out laughing as I read.
Scared ya, huh?
Just kidding.
I'm still looking forward to Sunday.
Have a great day,
Peter
P.S. 2 days to go...

  Reading the note again out loud I watched Madeline swoon and Carole grin at me.  But I quickly put it away and continued working beside Carole for another 20 minutes until 4:30 when we could both leave early after our shortened lunch break.
  Grabbing my purse and flowers when I left, I felt proud of myself for doing well, and for loving the challenge of my new job.  I was happy that Carole had every confidence in me even though I had no previous experience to speak of.  And I was also proud that I kept my shit together even though a few times during my first week I was so overwhelmed I could've had a mini-meltdown in my office over lunch. 
                                                           
                                         *****
     
    Friday night, when I finally returned home from my