People were really liking my Quotes of the Day which made me really happy. I loved quotes... I even had a book where I wrote my favourite quotes in! But the positive feedback made me make it my daily mission to find the best quotes to share with my coworkers.

Todays quote was one of my favourites:

Quote of the Day!

"Words are our most inexhaustible

source of magic, capable of both

inflicting pain and remedying it."

-Albus Dumbledore

I mean... who didn't like Dumbledore, right?

After writing down the quote I straightened myself up and fixed up some of the smudged designs and then was startled by the ringing of the elevator door.

I turned around and saw it open to reveal Nile.

He looked at me and then at the quote. Took a moment to read it. Then looked back at me.

After giving me a small smile and a nod, he walked off.

It had been a couple days since I first talked to Nile and I had to admit... he was kind of weird.

Maybe it was the fact that he was suffering from a breakup...

Or maybe he just didn't like me?

But whatever it was, he didn't seem all that friendly and I decided that I would steer clear of him unless it was completely necessary.

Of course, it was a small office and I bumped into him here and there... but we never really stopped to chat.

Aside from Nile, I was starting to plan our Halloween party. I had bought myself this gorgeous notebook that I was going to use to fill with my ideas for how I was going to plan out all the events.

Nylah asked me to give her a list of what she needs to buy at least two weeks in advance, so I think I was well ahead of myself since it was only still September.

So I spent my morning sitting in my office, writing down all the ideas I had for the party into my notebook.

Right now, what was for certain was that I had to get as many people as I could to dress up.

And one game I had gotten down was the mummy game. There would be groups of three or four and they would wrap one member up in toilet tissue. Then the people in the toilet tissue will have to run from one side of the office to the other and the person who makes it with the least amount of damage wins.

Sounds like fun, right?

I was tapping the back of my pen on my lip, thinking of more game ideas when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I said, loudly as I stood up.

A coworker named Minny, who was a pretty blonde girl with nice grey eyes, opened my door and walked into the office. "Hi Mel," she smiled.

"Hey Minny! How can I help you?"

She walked over to my desk and sat down in front of me. "I... wanted to talk to you about something."

I nodded, "go right ahead."

She swallowed, pouted her lips, and then swallowed again. Then she took a breath. "I... I'm having some issues at home... my boyfriend and I aren't really getting along..."

I put down my pen to listen carefully to what she had to say.

"Well... it's really stressing me out and... I'm so behind in all my work... I've got so much work to do but I can't focus..."

She was starting to tear up.

I started to panic as I stood up, walked over to her and sat next to her in the other seat. "Hey... I'm here to help." I smiled, "if you feel like your piled with work, I can give you a hand... I don't know how to program and stuff but if you want me to read over things or get a bunch of simple stuff out of the way, I can help."

"Really?" She asked, "are you sure?"

I nodded, "of course!" I said, "but... do you want to talk about what's going on with your boyfriend first?"

She hesitated, "It's just... he's really strict and possessive, you know? He doesn't like certain things I do, so he and I haven't been getting along recently..."

"It'll be okay," I said, "why don't we put aside the office stress first so that's one thing off your plate of worries."

She chuckled, "thank you, Mel."

So I followed Minny back to her desk.

Most of the things she had to do entailed, printing, typing out and sending emails, photocopying and a lot of reading. Minny did a lot of customer service kind of things so most of her work involved things that I could actually help her with. So to help her relieve the stress, I told her to work on the emails while I handled everything else.

I was good at reading, I could finish a thick book in a day or two if I really wanted to. So I read through the piles of letters she had to read through and stuck a sticky note on the top of each letter, summarizing the main points.

I let Minny know that if the two of us worked together, she could be completely caught up in the next couple of days. She had nothing to worry about.

And she did seem really relieved, which made me really happy.

When my eyes were getting tired of reading, I decided to take a break and get onto some of the photocopying she had to do.

So I picked up the papers and walked over to the photocopier room.

I knew how to use the photocopier.

What I didn't know was how to fix it when it jammed.

After sucking all my papers in to scan and then spitting them back out, the photocopier started to roar into getting its work done.

But then there was a strange sound.

And it started beeping.

It was jammed.

I hesitated, before I looked down at the screen and tried to decode the pictures that were being displayed on how to unjam it.

I opened up the door that led to the photocopiers stomach and could actually see the papers that were jammed.

The pictures said to pull it out.

But when I tried to pull it out, it wouldn't come out.

And then when I pulled harder, it ripped.

And now it was stuck.

I groaned as I straightened myself up, but just then I saw a big sign that was stuck on the wall, written with thick black sharpie. On it, it said:

If the photocopier is jammed go see Nile.

Not me.

– Nylah.

I let out a breath.

Great.

And so, I walked through the office and awkwardly knocked on Nile's glass door.

He was hard at work as usual when he looked up at me from the computer screen.

He didn't tell me to come in, but when our eyes made contact, I pushed his door open, "hey!"

"Hi."

"I sort of need your help."

He turned a bit in his chair, "okay..."

"I kind of jammed the photocopier..."

There was an awkward silence.

Then he stood up, "okay, I'll fix it."

He walked past me and made his way into the photocopier room and I followed closely behind him.

Crouching down in front of the photocopier, his hands moved quickly. He didn't even need to look at the pictures that the machine was presenting to him.

One by one he pulled out the jammed papers.

Then he stood back up.

"If it jams again, you just gotta tug the papers out," he said to me. He then pointed at the particular section where I accidently ripped the paper. "This section is tight so if you turn this little green knob here–" he demonstrated turning the little green knob, "–the paper will roll out."

I nodded, listening carefully, not really wanting to have to go call for his help again.

He shut the photocopier's stomach and then pointed at where the document feeder was... the part where I fed the paper that was to be copied into the photocopier. "If it jams here, you just have to open this–" he opened it, "–and turn this green knob 'till the paper comes out."

"Okay."

The second he closed that door, the photocopier rumbled up again.

He waited with me for a couple seconds, waiting to see if it would jam again.

When it didn't, I thanked him and he left.

Well, that was a little more awkward than I hoped it would be but at least I knew how to unjam the photocopier now.