No Place Like Here by Christina June

Author:Christina June
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blink
Published: 2019-04-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I felt energized the next day. My feet moved a little faster as I walked to Deb’s office—proud of myself and excited to tell her what I’d done for the Patels. Maybe, I could make this a regular thing, have more responsibility, actually help people at Sweetwater, do more than fetch coffee and shuffle papers. I imagined myself sitting down with the reservation-makers, discussing how much time they had for an excursion, the interests of the members of their group, if they had any goals to accomplish, if they wanted to eat, to adventure, to sightsee, all kinds of questions. Since Deb was such a fan of binders, I could print out brochures for the destinations and have it ready to show. It was the perfect complement to what she already had been doing with the agendas. Unless she’s angry you defied her, my dad’s voice reminded me. I twisted my pearl necklace between my fingers, shook him off, and continued on my route.

When I got to the office, the door was unlocked but the lights were out. I flipped them on and found a post-it note on my table that said, “running errands in town” in Deb’s chicken scratch. The bad news was, I had no job unless she dictated it. The good news was, I could do whatever I wanted to fill my time until she returned.

I turned the computer on and scanned the software available. I opened one for cards and calendars, found a “flyer” template, and clicked. For the next three hours, while Deb was M.I.A., I went to work. I made a flyer to post in retreater guest rooms that showed all the offsite excursions they could sign up for. It was actually beautiful. Tatum, brilliant graphic designer that she was, would be proud of me. I added eye-catching fonts, selected enticing photos from each website, and included select quotes from online reviews.

I wondered if this was what it felt like to be a travel agent or an event planner. I made a note in my journal to investigate those career choices.

At the bottom of the flyer, I debated whether or not I should put my name, Deb’s name, or just Sweetwater Overlook Retreat Center Staff, as who to contact to make your plans. In the end, I went with my name. I did all the work, after all.

I printed out enough copies to have one placed in every guest room and several extras to tape up in strategic places around campus. Then I set two aside, found two envelopes, folded the flyers, and slipped them inside. One I addressed to Tatum, with a post-it that said, “You’re not the only designer now.” And the other, I addressed to my mom at her rehab center, with a note:

Dear Mom,

Here’s something I’ve been working on. I think the guests are going to be excited about it. Maybe when you leave, we can do some of these things together.

I love you,

Ashlyn

It wasn’t a direct ask to come back home for my senior year.

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