Hi, Evie Bloomfield here.
I’m a graphic designer at a firm in Chicago. I come from a family of lawyers, really successful lawyers. My siblings, Trevor and Lindsey, are the perfect offspring. They made perfect grades and now work at the perfect law firms. Fact is Lindsey just made partner!
My boss doesn’t know I’m alive, I haven’t had a promotion in two years, am still on the bottom rung of the office pecking order and my apartment is the size of a pool table but most pool tables are nicer.
I need a raise! I need something to brag about at Thanksgiving dinner, the next big family get-together. The way things are going I’m going to be eating turkey at the little kids table or maybe on the back porch with the dog.
So, I have a plan. My boss’father owns a bicycle shop on Mackinac Island and he’s broken his leg. He’s really laid up and can’t do much. If I offer to go help him out, maybe spruce the place upbecause he can’t, I just might get Abigail’s attention. At least maybe she’ll remember my name. Seems to me that’s the first step in getting a raise.
I could just quit the job and move on but I have years invested here. So, tomorrow I’m going to volunteer to leave Chicago, go to an eight mile chunk of land in the middle of a lake and try and wheedle a promotion out of my boss.
I’ve never been to Mackinac Island. Can you tell me anything about it? What’s it like?
Thanks for your help.
-Geared for the Grave Dec, 2014