Mary Sue Challenge - Part 1
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sisabet & quinn222- "Give Brian Kinney Your Life - Mary Sue Challenge"
OK, as you all know, I don't write much fic. In fact, only 2 little pieces in the past. But I thought I'd give this a try, because it's not canon Brian, and my life is a bit fucked right now, and I'd love to be able to use the "Brian Kinney" approach to it.
I warn you - this is long... way, way too long. But I couldn't stop typing once I started.
You have been warned.
Brian arrived at the office on Tuesday morning a little late, as usual. No big deal.. there were no appointments to see for at least 15 minutes, which gave him time to go get a triple venti non-fat 2 raw sugar latte at the Starbucks around the corner. Man, did he ever love those. Had to have at least one a day. He wished he had a personal assistant, maybe a helpful pretty blonde named Cynthia, to get them for him, but alas he had to get his own. Maybe someday... he put on his white coat and started seeing patients. "Which is better, one or two...." the daily mantra began...
The day passed relatively uneventfully, except that early on he stumbled across a rather shocking article purporting to expose a relationship between a young and handsome blond actor he really admired and a supposed "suitor" of 2 years. "Hah!" he thought to himself. "How is it that I, Brian Kinney, the knower of all in my realm, missed this? I must be losing my touch." So he posted to his LJ, thinking everyone had heard about it but him. He was surprised to learn that no one else had heard, either. In fact, that particular message received more attention than any other he had ever posted. Go figure...
The only thing about it that bothered him a bit was that he had always used the blonde as his own personal fantasy (well, the blond & a tall handsome brunet executive), and this out-of-the-blue boyfriend was messing with that. Oh, well. Everyone deserves to be happy, and the blond was no different. At least the "boyfriend" seemed to be an intelligent man... he'd have to be to keep the blond. Brian decided that if this was the only angst in his day, he couldn't complain.
Then the boss called and said he needed to meet with Brian unexpectedly after work. Brian had planned on going out after work with the guys and was a bit miffed at the sudden meeting. But the boss said he was going to be out of town next week at their standard meeting time, and it would only take a short time. What with the angst in the day, though, it was probably not the best time to be dealing with his passive-aggressive boss, but oh well. Not wanting to have to miss out on the night out, he called the boss, saying, "Could you move your last patient up at all? Because this isn't a regularly scheduled meeting, and I have other places to be, too." Boss agreed to try, but didn't make it in much earlier than closing.
As Brian finished the last patient and entered the bosses office, he noticed that there seemed to be a bit of tension in the air. That couldn't be good, as he had been having a stressful day, and didn't feel like pulling any punches. Brian leaned against the desk instead of sitting down, keeping a position of power. He glanced to the side and noticed a sealed envelope with his name on it. Hm, it wasn't payday. Since only unhappy letters had come in-between paychecks before, his guard immediately went up. The old fight-or-flight mechanism kicked in, but Brian was a pro at keeping it under wraps and acting cool.
Boss began his conversations as he usually did, inanely discussing the day. He then cut to the chase. "I know you want to get out of here, so I won't keep you long. I just wanted to give you this letter."
The last time the boss had started a conversation like this, the letter in question had been to change the terms of the current contract unfavorably, and Brian had refused to sign it. "I'm not signing that," he stated.
"No, this is nothing to sign. This is a notice."
A notice? This is sounding worse and worse.
"Let me just read it to you..." and boss proceeded to do so. It turns out that the Boss had been talking to a lawyer about a new contract, which he termed "incendiary", so he wasn't proposing the new contract to Brian. However, the letter was giving notice that the current contract was to be considered terminated in 6 days, and that bonuses were suspended until a new contract was drafted and signed. In the interim, a low daily wage was going to be offered, which would essentially cut his monthly salary by 33%.
"Wait, our contract says that there has to be a 30 day notification of termination of contract," Brian said forcefully.
"No, I talked to the lawyer and this is totally compliant with the contract terms..."
"You're wrong about that," Brian interrupted.
"Go home and check for yourself," the evil Boss said smugly.
"The bonus for March has already been accrued, but not paid yet. I better still get that bonus."
"Of course. No problem," the Boss said, his demeanor indicating that this was the last one.
"I'm not satisfied with this pay schedule. If I work on a per day basis, you need to pay me at least $50 more per day to make up at least half of the bonus I'll be losing."
"No, this is what the contract states, and what the job will pay until I get a new contract written," the evil Boss stated prissily. He seemed very pleased with himself, which only pissed Brian off more.
"Well, are you still willing to sell the practice to me?" Brian said in voice that demanded attention. "Because I need the numbers to talk to the practice management consultant."
"I've given you those numbers twice before, and..."
"I need current numbers. Your income tax return for the last 2 years, your profit and loss statements..." Brian cut in. "The bank and the broker need to know what the current state is, not 6 months or a year ago."
"Well, I can get the current income tax statement, and the profit & loss, but you probably need someone to interpret that for you..." Boss said patronizingly.
"That's what I'm hiring a broker for," Brian stated flatly.
Brian noticed that Boss seemed a little uncomfortable at his aggressive stance. However, he was Brian-fucking-Kinney, and he wasn't going to back down to this patsy. He was a bit... embarrassed about the number of times he had let things ride, and was determined to take the bull by the horns.
"So how long is this going to be in force?" Brian stated a bit hotly, shaking the contract, "because I'm not happy with it."
"I plan to work on it as soon as possible, but I have to put several new clauses into it to make penalties for some things that aren't covered in our current contract." Boss shifted nervously in his seat, uncertain of the power dynamics in the room. "I never wanted to have an employee doctor anyway. I need someone with an ownership interest."
Wow, that sounds positive... positively bad. Hm, that didn't sound like he was really going to be working on any contract, and if he did, it would be something that Brian could in no way sign. Well, at least Brian knew where he stood. He would either have to buy the practice... or leave. And while he knew he would land on his feet, taking that leap into the unknown was a bit nerve-wracking.
Brian went home and pulled out his copy of the contract. As he perused it, a smile slowly spread across his face. Stupid Boss, did he think that Brian didn't know how to read? His contract clearly stated that a 30 day (not a 6 day) notice of termination had to be given, and that any bonuses accrued during that time period were due to the Associate, unless the Associate was the one initiating the termination agreement. So Boss was going to have to pay not only March, but also April bonus, since 30 days from receipt of the termination letter was May 6th. He couldn't wait to see Boss's face when he found out.
Well, that is it. Poorly written, I'm sure, changing tenses irregularly... but I had to get it off my chest. I pity the fool who reads it, because if they have any grammatical sense, they will be pulling their hair out.
sisabet & quinn222- "Give Brian Kinney Your Life - Mary Sue Challenge"OK, as you all know, I don't write much fic. In fact, only 2 little pieces in the past. But I thought I'd give this a try, because it's not canon Brian, and my life is a bit fucked right now, and I'd love to be able to use the "Brian Kinney" approach to it.
I warn you - this is long... way, way too long. But I couldn't stop typing once I started.
You have been warned.
Brian arrived at the office on Tuesday morning a little late, as usual. No big deal.. there were no appointments to see for at least 15 minutes, which gave him time to go get a triple venti non-fat 2 raw sugar latte at the Starbucks around the corner. Man, did he ever love those. Had to have at least one a day. He wished he had a personal assistant, maybe a helpful pretty blonde named Cynthia, to get them for him, but alas he had to get his own. Maybe someday... he put on his white coat and started seeing patients. "Which is better, one or two...." the daily mantra began...
The day passed relatively uneventfully, except that early on he stumbled across a rather shocking article purporting to expose a relationship between a young and handsome blond actor he really admired and a supposed "suitor" of 2 years. "Hah!" he thought to himself. "How is it that I, Brian Kinney, the knower of all in my realm, missed this? I must be losing my touch." So he posted to his LJ, thinking everyone had heard about it but him. He was surprised to learn that no one else had heard, either. In fact, that particular message received more attention than any other he had ever posted. Go figure...
The only thing about it that bothered him a bit was that he had always used the blonde as his own personal fantasy (well, the blond & a tall handsome brunet executive), and this out-of-the-blue boyfriend was messing with that. Oh, well. Everyone deserves to be happy, and the blond was no different. At least the "boyfriend" seemed to be an intelligent man... he'd have to be to keep the blond. Brian decided that if this was the only angst in his day, he couldn't complain.
Then the boss called and said he needed to meet with Brian unexpectedly after work. Brian had planned on going out after work with the guys and was a bit miffed at the sudden meeting. But the boss said he was going to be out of town next week at their standard meeting time, and it would only take a short time. What with the angst in the day, though, it was probably not the best time to be dealing with his passive-aggressive boss, but oh well. Not wanting to have to miss out on the night out, he called the boss, saying, "Could you move your last patient up at all? Because this isn't a regularly scheduled meeting, and I have other places to be, too." Boss agreed to try, but didn't make it in much earlier than closing.
As Brian finished the last patient and entered the bosses office, he noticed that there seemed to be a bit of tension in the air. That couldn't be good, as he had been having a stressful day, and didn't feel like pulling any punches. Brian leaned against the desk instead of sitting down, keeping a position of power. He glanced to the side and noticed a sealed envelope with his name on it. Hm, it wasn't payday. Since only unhappy letters had come in-between paychecks before, his guard immediately went up. The old fight-or-flight mechanism kicked in, but Brian was a pro at keeping it under wraps and acting cool.
Boss began his conversations as he usually did, inanely discussing the day. He then cut to the chase. "I know you want to get out of here, so I won't keep you long. I just wanted to give you this letter."
The last time the boss had started a conversation like this, the letter in question had been to change the terms of the current contract unfavorably, and Brian had refused to sign it. "I'm not signing that," he stated.
"No, this is nothing to sign. This is a notice."
A notice? This is sounding worse and worse.
"Let me just read it to you..." and boss proceeded to do so. It turns out that the Boss had been talking to a lawyer about a new contract, which he termed "incendiary", so he wasn't proposing the new contract to Brian. However, the letter was giving notice that the current contract was to be considered terminated in 6 days, and that bonuses were suspended until a new contract was drafted and signed. In the interim, a low daily wage was going to be offered, which would essentially cut his monthly salary by 33%.
"Wait, our contract says that there has to be a 30 day notification of termination of contract," Brian said forcefully.
"No, I talked to the lawyer and this is totally compliant with the contract terms..."
"You're wrong about that," Brian interrupted.
"Go home and check for yourself," the evil Boss said smugly.
"The bonus for March has already been accrued, but not paid yet. I better still get that bonus."
"Of course. No problem," the Boss said, his demeanor indicating that this was the last one.
"I'm not satisfied with this pay schedule. If I work on a per day basis, you need to pay me at least $50 more per day to make up at least half of the bonus I'll be losing."
"No, this is what the contract states, and what the job will pay until I get a new contract written," the evil Boss stated prissily. He seemed very pleased with himself, which only pissed Brian off more.
"Well, are you still willing to sell the practice to me?" Brian said in voice that demanded attention. "Because I need the numbers to talk to the practice management consultant."
"I've given you those numbers twice before, and..."
"I need current numbers. Your income tax return for the last 2 years, your profit and loss statements..." Brian cut in. "The bank and the broker need to know what the current state is, not 6 months or a year ago."
"Well, I can get the current income tax statement, and the profit & loss, but you probably need someone to interpret that for you..." Boss said patronizingly.
"That's what I'm hiring a broker for," Brian stated flatly.
Brian noticed that Boss seemed a little uncomfortable at his aggressive stance. However, he was Brian-fucking-Kinney, and he wasn't going to back down to this patsy. He was a bit... embarrassed about the number of times he had let things ride, and was determined to take the bull by the horns.
"So how long is this going to be in force?" Brian stated a bit hotly, shaking the contract, "because I'm not happy with it."
"I plan to work on it as soon as possible, but I have to put several new clauses into it to make penalties for some things that aren't covered in our current contract." Boss shifted nervously in his seat, uncertain of the power dynamics in the room. "I never wanted to have an employee doctor anyway. I need someone with an ownership interest."
Wow, that sounds positive... positively bad. Hm, that didn't sound like he was really going to be working on any contract, and if he did, it would be something that Brian could in no way sign. Well, at least Brian knew where he stood. He would either have to buy the practice... or leave. And while he knew he would land on his feet, taking that leap into the unknown was a bit nerve-wracking.
Brian went home and pulled out his copy of the contract. As he perused it, a smile slowly spread across his face. Stupid Boss, did he think that Brian didn't know how to read? His contract clearly stated that a 30 day (not a 6 day) notice of termination had to be given, and that any bonuses accrued during that time period were due to the Associate, unless the Associate was the one initiating the termination agreement. So Boss was going to have to pay not only March, but also April bonus, since 30 days from receipt of the termination letter was May 6th. He couldn't wait to see Boss's face when he found out.
Well, that is it. Poorly written, I'm sure, changing tenses irregularly... but I had to get it off my chest. I pity the fool who reads it, because if they have any grammatical sense, they will be pulling their hair out.
