**Amanda**

Dressed in her favorite sloth pajamas with her face smothered in a pillow, Amanda felt strange movements in her hair. She sprung up clawing at her curls, fearing a giant bug might be crawling through her tresses. As she batted at her head in a half-asleep state, Amanda's eyes landed on a feline lounging next to her on the sheets--licking her chops and massaging her whiskers with a paw. "Winnie!" Amanda exhaled a sigh of relief as she slumped back into the cozy warmth of her blankets. "I appreciate your concern for my lack of grooming, but--don't. No. Licking. Your human."

Obedient only in some other dimension, Winnie bumped her head against Amanda's, then proceeded to lick her forehead and rub the side of her body across her human's face. Amanda giggled. "Winnie!"

Stretching an arm towards her nightstand, Amanda grabbed her cell and scrolled through her notifications. She stopped when she got to an email sitting in her FreeMail inbox. "Wattpad?" she whispered. "Why would they send me an email?"

Clicking on the link, Amanda read the following:

[To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Amanda

We received your ticket (copied below) reporting a bug in The Create Page section on our site. The specifics of your issue were unclear to our developers. Would you be willing to arrange a time to chat online via video with someone at Wattpad so we can get this problem fixed as quickly as possible?

Please let us know if this might be a possibility. We generally use Discord or Google Hangouts for these type of conversations, but we'd be happy to accommodate you if you have a preference for another type of communication. We hope to clear this matter up soon.

Thank you for your patience,

Ian
Wattpad Headquarters

Copy of your support ticket here:]

Now sober, Amanda put her hand over her lips as she reread what she'd written in the bug report form. "Oh, hell," she whispered. "I swear I don't remember this sounding so--. Oh, fucking, hell. They're going to kick me out of Wattpad!"

Heart racing, Amanda flipped onto her stomach and typed a group text to Geri, Jeannie and Mona.

[Amanda: Wattdrunk Friday has resulted in a casualty. Please help!]

[Amanda: I might drive myself off a cliff instead of going to work today!]

Tapping the sides of her cell with her fingers, Amanda whispered, "Please, please, please. Someone?"

Winnie rubbed her chin on the edge of the phone, desperately hinting she'd like a few rubs behind the ears or a belly message. When Amanda gently pushed her away so she could see the text screen, the cat hopped up on her human's back and curled into a furry bowling ball.

[Geri: ?????]

[Amanda: Remember when you guys told me to send a support ticket?]

[Amanda: Well--I sent one.]

[Geri: Yay?]

[Amanda: There are no yays here! There is only yikes!]

[Geri: Not following]

[Jeannie: Sorry! I'm at work. What's happening?]

[Amanda: I'm forwarding you the email I got from Wattpad.]

[Amanda: Be sure to read all the way through--]

[Amanda: To the very end--]

[Amanda: As in--make sure you read the copy of the bug report I sent!]

[Geri: I'm confused]

Amanda sat up so she could text a bit faster. As she did, Winnie rolled off her back like a perfect gutter ball.

[Amanda: When you read it, you won't be.]

[Jeannie: Is everything OK?]

[Amanda: We'll see--]

[Amanda: Group chat at 7?]

[Amanda: When everyone is off work?]

[Geri: I'm not seeing the email.]

[Jeannie: I'll be able to do 7. Pacific time, right?]

[Amanda: The email is on its way. Just sent it.]

[Amanda: Yes! 7 Pacific!]

[Amanda: I'm out. Can't be late for work.]

Amanda jumped out of bed and put a couple eggs in a frying pan. While her breakfast was cooking, she selected an outfit that would help camouflage her orthopedic-looking shoes. Bank tellers were on their feet all day, comfort had to come before style.

She glanced towards her sandals for a quick second, then slapped herself across the face for even having such evil thoughts. "Not even at sock-sandal-paloooza," she whispered.

Buzz, buzz

"Someone finished reading the email!" Half dressed, Amanda snatched her phone and checked the notifications. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to know what people's reactions would be.

[Geri: Holy. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!]

[Geri: ???????]

[Amanda: 7pm. Pacific.]

[Geri: I'm there.]

[Geri: Sitting in the front row.]

[Geri: I'd never miss a shitshow!]

Amanda giggled.

[Amanda: That's true friendship right there!]

When Amanda was fully dressed and tying her shoes, the second set of buzzes came through.

Buzz, buzz

[Jeannie: I'm sorry--]

[Jeannie: I can't stop laughing--]

[Jeannie: I shouldn't be laughing because you're my friend but--]

[Jeannie: That was hilarious!]

[Jeannie: Are you going to do the video chat?]

[Amanda: 7pm. Pacific.]

Scarfing down her eggs followed by a quick scrubbing of her teeth, Amanda scurried around the condo making sure everything was in order--like a full cat dish and freshly scooped litterbox. Throwing her purse over her shoulder, Amanda let Winnie escort her to the front door. As she gave her furry companion a few scratches behind the ears, her phone lit up once more.

Buzz, buzz

[Mona: I'm Latina]

[Mona: I know my tequilas]

[Mona: That report was written by tequila]

[Amanda: 7pm. Pacific.]

Opening the front door, Amanda used one foot to keep Winnie inside the condo while hopping on the other foot to get outside. With a swift pull of both the door and her leg, the casa was secure and all limbs were intact.

Buzz, buzz

[Mona: I also know sex]

[Mona: That report literally screamed, "I need dick!"]

Amanda stared at her phone--the image of driving over a cliff returned to the forefront of her mind. "Please don't say that's what it sounded like," she mumbled. Her pulse raced. Body heat increased. Beads of sweat formed on her brow. Humiliation had officially set in. "How can I possibly face anyone at Wattpad?"

[Amanda: 7pm. Pacific.]