The Better Kind of Homework [Work/Morning]

"... and as of latest predictions available, the rain is expected to last into the night, with a possibility of continuing all the way into tomorrow. And then onto sports-" The speakers on the TV blared, only to be silenced by a soft click from the remote resting in her metal hand. The artificial skin covers were hung overtop the closet door, leaving her artificial limbs visible, not that there was anyone besides her to see it.

One sugar cube dropped into the cup of transparent orange liquid, two cubes. Followed by a small splash of milk that turned the ea opaque, which is turn paved way for the spoon that dipped into the cup to mix it. Isabella lowered the remote control onto the kitchen counter, the now freed hand instead picking up the cup. "Lovely." She sighed contently, as she would carry the cup with her, from the kitchen to the living room.

A laptop sat upon the glass table, open, one of the default screensavers playing. The blonde sat her hot beverage down next to it, before sitting down on the couch, leaning over to tap on the keyboard. Her right hand reached for the mouse, cursor drawing over a mostly green icon on the desktop. One double click and a few seconds later, the Micronoft Office Accel opened up, a partially filled spreadsheet appearing on the screen. The teacup rose from the table, and to her lips, a small sip sending a nice warmth into her mouth and down her throat. Her lips... not so much.

Her hand set the cup back down, so as to not linger on those thoughts. "Right, time to get to work." Isabella pondered to herself, as she reached out to a notebook set a short distance aside, opening it up to the pen that served as a bookmark. Staring at the handwriting on the notebook, her attention then shifted to the screen of the laptop, hands coming together as they began typing away. Slowly more text and tally marks began appearing on the spreadsheet. And where the spreadsheet continued to fill as the minutes crawled by, the teacup by her side would empty. Maybe an hour later, she flipped onto the latest page of the notebook, her fingers punching in the last remaining entries on the keyboard.

Closing the notebook, Isabella then grabbed the mouse, the scroll wheel making a soft click as the page slid to the very bottom of the spreadsheet. "I'm still missing a few?" She asked herself aloud, the hand not on the mouse coming up in a facepalm. "That's what you getfor not double-checking, Bella, you should know that..." She lamented, capping her words off with a sigh. Taking a glance at the clock. 16:38. Most classes would be out by now, and the main building would probably be vacant by the time she got back. Going to the dorms wasn't really an option either, too much tendency for bias in certain categories...

Another sigh, not that it helped. Neither would beating herself up over past mistakes. "My editor wanted these in by midday tomorrow..." Isabella thought aloud. She still needed a few interviews. A few interviews, but she already had a vast majority of the data the survey called for, and the trends shown by the result. Neither of those should should shift too much with the addition of a few more results, right? It would be cutting it close. Even if she wrote the majority of the text now, and got the remaining interviews first thing in the morning, she would have... Maybe three hours to then complete the written section, proofread it, and do any edits or corrections...

"Maybe next time I'll get a few extra data points just to be safe, assuming my editor doesn't kill me before then." The little bit of humor did not do much to improve her mood, not much, but a bit. A growling noise reminded her of one other details Isabella would realize she'd forgotten. "Right... Food." With that realizatiion, she unplugged the charger and the mouse from the laptop, before picking up both the computer and her teacup, and heading back to the kitchen.

The fork made a small click as it came to rest against the plate next to the small piece of leftover omelette, as Isabella leaned back in her seat, slowly typing away with one hand. The sneaky devil that was rest would tempt her, but she couldn't stop now. Otherwise this piece wasn't gonna get done on time. A yawn crept out of her mouth, her eyes narrowing in slowly growing frustration. Frustration not aided by the small "ping" of her phone, at first the blonde simply thought to ignore it, but decided against this. Good thing too, as she lifted the mart device into view. An email notification... From her editor.

Sighing, she swiped the notification away, and instead clicked open the internet browser on the laptop, and opened the email system from there. And indeed, there it was, marked as important, at the top of her inbox. And the content was about what she'd expected, Hounding her about the report. She clicked reply.

Recipient: Ed.Marshall@SMILE.end

Subject: RE:Where's the report??!

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I had some issues with gathering interviews for the report. I'll admit, I messed up. I've mostly got everything thus far on a spreadsheet, and a draft of the report that matches the current dataset. I'll have the final ones sent to you before midday.

In the meantime I'm going to attach the draft and the spreadsheet, The actual contents shouldn't change too much. I haven't had the time to proofread it yet, so expect some errors.

If you have something you need of me tomorrow, just call me, I probably won't be answering emails. if I don't pick up immediately, I'll call back ASAP.

-Isabella

Attachements: ( X 7stars student surv 18.dox) ( X 7stars -18.csl)

And with a click on the trackpad, She would stare at the screen as "sending..." popped up briefly, before "Your messages has been sent" would be displayed in its place. She would close the laptop, and stood up from the chair. "I need a shower."

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