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[05 Nov 2005|10:24am]
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Thank you all for your support over the past couple of months. :)
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010 - The one thing I would want to know... [18 Sep 2005|11:37am]

[mood| pensive]

Topic:  "If you could find out one single fact about every person you met, what fact would you want to know, and why?"

If I could find out one thing from every person I met, I'd like to know if they remember their first love.  I'd also like to know what it was like to love them, and hopefully, what was it like to feel love from that person in return.   First loves are very important or so I've heard.  You experience an assortment of emotions and you learn a lot about yourself when you're in love with someone. 

I'm still dating my first love.  I've had feelings for Peter for God knows how long and everytime I see him I still get butterflies in my stomach.  He's good to me and I can see us being together for a long time.  I wonder what life will be like toward the end of my life.  I hope I'll have someone to share those years with, even if it's not Peter.  (I'm also secretly hoping there's a 'cure' for wrinkles by that time!)  As for right now, I'm content to take things one day at a time with him.  As much as I do eventually want to get married and raise a family, I don't want to rush things.  I'm not completely sure how Peter feels, but he's told me that he wants to marry while he's still young.  I have to admit that this worries me a little.  My parents married young and so did my sister.  Am I destined to be a young bride as well?

Sometimes when I take a walk down the street or drive around the neighborhood with my mom, I see old couples holding hands, sitting on benches together, taking a stroll...  It's one of the sweetest things you could ever see.  I wonder how many of those couples are made up of 'first loves.'  I bet a majority of them have been together for ages.  Nowadays, couples don't tend to stay together for long.  Is there any hope for me and Peter?  Is there any hope for my parents?

Muse: Lee Holloway
Fandom: Secretary
Word Count: 333

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009 - The Paralegal, etc. [11 Aug 2005|10:46pm]

[mood| okay]

Today marked the end of my first week working for Mr. Grey.   On Tuesday, I had a short chat with Sandra, the paralegal, in the restroom.  I was standing at the mirror flossing when she walked in.  (I was flossing because it would have been humiliating if I had something in my teeth while talking to Mr. Grey!)  Sandra was tall and blonde with a slim frame.  She was wearing a navy blue business suit.  I wanted to introduce myself but couldn't find the words.  Apparently she wanted to break the ice too because she said, "So you're the new secretary?"  "Yeah," I responded and stopped flossing a moment to glance at her.  She kind of half-smiled at me.  I continued flossing, trying to think of something brilliant to say -- to ask her -- but all that came out was, "Excuse me, what exactly is a paralegal?"  Open mouth, insert foot, Lee.  That'll impress her.  Sandra stuffed her makeup back in the cosmetics bag, shook her head and proceeded to walk out as quickly as she came in not bothering to answer my question at all.  All she gave me before she left was a dryly said,  "See ya."

I assume she thought I was stupid or not worth her time, or both - for that matter.  Perhaps if I had rephrased the question, Sandra would have talked to me longer.  I know that a paralegal assists an attorney and writes up assorted legal documents but I thought she could give me more specific information on her job.  Who knows?  I might want to be one too someday.  I may not have gone to a four-year college like she might have, but she could have at least given me an answer, don't you think?  I'd rather not run into her again anytime soon.  Looking back on it now, I'm sure she was judging me the entire time we were in the restroom together.  They say that first impressions are important and I don't think I made a very good one this time.  Oh well.

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008 - What's your greatest strength? [06 Aug 2005|01:37pm]

[mood| pessimistic]

If I were Allison, (Theresa's Kindergarten friend, who shares nothing in common with my sister other than the fact that they grew up together) I'd say that my greatest strength is being a woman.  She's really into feminist theory, art and literature.  She has said, "A woman is a special creature.  She isn't just a dick.  She is an entire sexual organ, every part of her body is a sex organ, not just her vagina...Even the act of talking is a sexual act for a woman."  Allison is cleary fully comfortable in her own skin.  She doesn't even wax/shave her armpits.  Honestly, I think she's brave to go without shaving/waxing her body.

But of course, I'm not Allison, I'm me.  I'm not comfortable with myself enough to cross the boundary line and do something that may be repulsive to society as a whole.  It's hard to think of my greatest strength when so much of my life has been overshadowed by my family's past and blatant denial of our real problems.  Being the awkwardly shaped younger sister of the beauty queen, the princess with the gorgeous body, I've never felt noticed enough, I've never felt important enough to feel like my strengths -- if any -- were worth something.  So, my greatest strength...  My greatest strength would have to be...I'm sorry, I can't say that I have one.  I can't say I have one other than that I'm a woman.  (Allison made me add that last part in - she was reading over my shoulder.)

Muse: Lee Holloway
Fandom: Secretary
Word Count: 256

(OOC: Just wanted to mention that what Allison says in paragraph one comes from the screenplay (pp. 38-39) which is available on Amazon. I'll try to remember to identify the source if I take an exact quote from the screenplay that isn't in the movie. I don't want to get into trouble! :X Thanks!)

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007 - Memes [04 Aug 2005|09:14pm]
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006 - First Day on the Job and a Survey [04 Aug 2005|08:41pm]

[mood| okay]

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Mom took me to work today and wished me luck.  When I went inside, Mr. Grey was waiting for me.  He told me to fix him a cup of coffee and after I returned, he gave me a tour of the office and showed me where all the machines are.  It's a small office overall - only me, Mr. Grey and the paralegal work there.  I haven't met her yet.  I think he said her name is Sandra.

Basically, all I did today at work was type a couple of letters for Mr. Grey and alphabetize some folders.  Mr. Grey doesn't believe in using computers at work.  Just typewriters.  I guess others would find it odd, but I think it's charming and old-fashioned.  At school, I was trained to use a typewriter, so it doesn't bother me at all to constantly use one at work.

I borrowed a survey from victoria_gray today. :) She seemed nice when I asked if I could use the survey, but I really haven't met her yet.  From what I've learned so far, she works at a law firm with alan_shore. The questions are under the cut.

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005 - Job News and The first time I saw... [03 Aug 2005|06:38pm]

[mood| excited]

It was raining this morning when I woke up, and it practically rained all the way into the late afternoon.  By the day's end, my typing scores were an unreadable mess.  No, I did not think to use a page protector.  By the end of the day, I had a job.  I have a job.  Here's what happened earlier today:

First, Mom and I went to The Flamingo Motel.   The head housekeeper was really intimidating.  She was chunky and middle-aged.  Very strict-looking.  I had barely spoken twenty words (combined) in response to her questions when she decided that I wasn't right for the job.  Next, we went to the county hospital.  I thought the interview was going okay until the nurse asked me if I or someone in my family has had breast cancer.  When I said "No," she dismissed me saying, "We'll call you."  Then it was on to the tax office.  The lady who interviewed me was very fat (fatter than the maid) and wore a tacky orange muumuu.  She smelled like baby powder and chewing gum.  She gave me an impromptu spelling and grammar test.  I had to spell things like "L-I-Q-U-I-D-I-T-Y" and identify dangling modifiers.  She left to go and look over my typing scores and make a decision.  When she returned, she told me "You scored higher than anyone else I've interviewed.  You're really overqualified for this job.  There's no challenge.  You'd be bored to death."  And she just laughed when I told her honestly, "I want to be bored."   I really just wanted to get a job.  I don't mind dull work!

It was getting late by the time we left the tax office and I was feeling sad and hungry.  Mom drove to a french bakery and we had coffee and pastries.  She tried to encourage me but nothing she was saying was sinking in.  I mean everything she said went out the other ear.  I was lost in my own thoughts.  And yes, feeling sorry for myself.  That's when it happened.  Mom took a bite of her pastry and looked out the window.  Something caught her eye so I looked out the window too.

"Secretary."  She said, clearly excited.  A sign across the street in front of a small building said something like, "Secretary Wanted."  White and red lights surrounded the sign.  It sort of reminded me of the motel sign - the one that says "Vacancy."  I looked down at the folded copy of the newspaper I had taken out of the trash last night and stared at both the ad and the building in disbelief.  Right across from the bakery! Imagine that.  I don't come down to this part of the neighborhood very often so Ardmore Avenue is unfamiliar to me.  I was tired and pretty much ready to give up but one last interview couldn't hurt, could it?  Mom paid the check and then we drove across the street. (It was still raining - HARD.)  I got out of the car, umbrella and typing scores in hand and hesitantly walked up the path that led to the front door of the law office.  The door had "2640" on it so I knew I was in the right place.  I looked back, unsure whether to go on or not but mom motioned for me to go ahead.

After knocking on the door twice, it swung open to reveal a large messy room.  Chairs were upside down and there were papers and folders all over the place.  It looked awful, kind of like as if a storm had blew through there.  A lady walked by me, she was carrying a box full of office supplies and without saying a word to me (though she did glare at me), she left out the front door.  She might have been crying.  I'm not sure because she walked past so fast.  I started wondering what had happened to her, but then I remembered what I was there for and walked further inside the room and into the hall.

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Mom almost threw a party in the car when I told her Mr. Grey had hired me.  Did I expect anything less? Tomorrow will be my first day at work.

Muse: Lee Holloway
Fandom: Secretary
Word Count: 546 (everything under the cut)

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004 - The last day of class. [02 Aug 2005|11:58pm]

[mood| sleepy]

Today was the very last day of "Advanced Typing."  When it was time to take the final test, I became very nervous.  My palms were even sweating a little.  We had to type a series of paragraphs and letters and we were being judged on accuracy as well as on our ability to type quickly.  I had just completed the last sentence of the test when the instructor called "time."

We had to wait about half an hour for the results.  My classmates and I were called in individually to the instructor's office and given their scores and a certificate of completion (of the course).  I couldn't help but clam up again when my name was called, "Holloway, Lee."

Mr. Jenkins said that I had gotten the third highest scores in the class.  I didn't know how to react to that though I was thrilled.  Well, I still am, though mom seemed much more happy about it than even I was.  It's nice that she feels so proud of me but she has a tendency to go overboard and it makes me feel uncomfortable when she makes such a big deal about things.  I don't usually like to be the center of attention.  Today was no different.

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I found a newspaper lying around the house and noticed the '"Help Wanted" ads.   I brought it up to my room and immediately began to circle jobs I might be interested in. When I told mom that I planned to go look for a job tomorrow, she suggested that she give me a ride.  I told her I was fine catching the bus, but she'd have none of that.  She babies me way too much. :-/

Hopefully, I will find a job tomorrow. I've already started to practice for the interviews. "I have never had a job before but I can assure you that I am very excited about this opportunity. Thank you. Oh -- well I don't have any references yet, but I think the Municipal Tax Office would be a wonderful place to begin my career."

What sorts of jobs did I find in the Help Wanted section? Well, there's an opening for a maid at a motel downtown, a receptionist at the hospital, something at the tax information office and also a secretary position for a law office. Hmm, Lee Holloway, secretary. Maybe.

Alright. I'm going to bed.

"Secretary wanted for Law Office. Typing Skills Mandatory. 2640 Ardmore Ave."

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003 - What is the one thing about yourself that you don't want anyone ever to know [Private] [02 Aug 2005|09:43pm]

[mood| pensive]

Lee is sitting at her desk. She's hovering over her journal. Though there is no one else in the room, she fidgets nervously while trying to decide on an answer. Finally, she says timidly, "The one thing that I wouldn't want anyone to know is that I sometimes...I sometimes fantasize about what having sex is like. What it feels like. Is it like how it is in the movies?  And what is it like...to be kissed?"

"No," she states, as if she was responding to an unspoken question. "I've never kissed a boy before. But I'd like to, someday." She blushes a little; a wave of rosy pink washes over her cheeks.  Whenever the subjects of sex and relationships are raised in public, she been known to giggle like a little girl, an uncommon way for a woman in her twenties to act.  Lee has had no real dating experience whatsoever and her mother has never stopped to explain "the birds and the bees."  Maybe that's why Lee's so keen on seeing Peter.  Sure, she has had a crush on him for years. But perhaps that's because Peter is the only boy who's taken an interest in her; the only boy who has stopped to get to know her and she him.

Muse: Lee Holloway
Fandom: Secretary
Word Count: 214

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002 - What is your favorite time of day? Why? [02 Aug 2005|05:29pm]

[mood| thoughtful]

I would have to say that my favorite time of day is bathtime.  I've always liked taking a bath, ever since I was small.  I used to soak in the tub and make up stories about mermaids and princesses and handsome princes.  I can barely fit in the tub now, but I don't notice any discomfort.  Bathtime is the one time of day where I can relax and release, though temporarily, whatever feelings I've got built up inside of me.  It's the one time of day I don't have to think about my father leaving again, or his alcohol problem, or him possibly getting fired from his night watchman job at Havis department store or even my mother and her sad attempts to bring us closer together.  And, I don't have to think about perfect Theresa and her husband Jonathan who now live in a trailer in our backyard.

Bathtime is special because I have it all to myself.  I can sink down into the milky warm water and not have a care in the world.  Lately, Peter has been what I've been thinking about in the bath.  After all this time, he might finally be returning my feelings.  Peter is the one person who I feel like I can completely be myself around.  He understands me.  We've been friends since we were kids and I've had a crush on him forever.  I'm hoping that he'll again call soon.

Muse: Lee Holloway
Fandom: Secretary
Word Count: 246

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OOC Post - Lee's Information Sheet [01 Aug 2005|08:43pm]
(Borrowed from dr_hair)

This post is completely OOC and for informational purposes only. :) It will be edited/added to when needed and I hope to make it as canon as possible based on the movie Secretary and its screenplay.  I ordered a copy off of amazon. :)  I might do a new information post every so often to show changes in Lee's personality and life.  Anyway, here goes nothing.  Enjoy! (If your character isn't supposed to know some of this stuff, then please try not to use it. Thanks!)

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001 - Introductory Entry [01 Aug 2005|07:37pm]
[mood| tired]

Hi. My name is Lee Holloway. I'm 23 and I live in Los Angeles. My Mom, Joan made me get this journal. She said it would be 'therapeudic.' I'm currently taking an advanced typing class at the nearby community college. Going to class each day has been helpful in preserving whatever sanity I have left.

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So, um, this week is my last in class. Tomorrow I'll take the final exam and I'll get my scores. After that, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Should I get a job? I don't have references or prior experience so.. okay, yeah. It may be a long shot, but I'll do my best.

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