Chaos. Disorganised Chaos.

That’s what came to Elle’s mind at the moment. The Therian had been preoccupied with some personal matters of late, that everything else around her was starting to look like chaos. Even her job was starting to feel a bit chaotic; despite the fact that she was a book editor with the privilege of working from home-it was everywhere. Notes, sticky-notes; anything you can image scattered all around the small apartment. If she had to tell you, what was on them. She was sure, she’d be able to recite them even in her sleep, backwards.

The fridge and cupboards, were almost empty of food, coffee, tea and any other essential’s. That morning, she just found some cereals, cheese, milk, and bit of coffee left. The leftover bread, was starting to go stale. Near her wardrobe, were a few items of clothing,she had not yet had taken to the dry-cleaners. Not to mention, the ideas of re-arranging the living room furniture had crossed her mind often. The list of things, that she needed done could go on.

It was unlike her. Elle-Mae was always organised, tidy and on time with errands. But the last few weeks, she somehow fell behind and had no idea where to even begin. She needed help. And she knew it. The Therian, had opened up her laptop. Searching through a few websites, until she found what she was looking for. There were various ads, from people that needed help with random jobs. And everyone seemed to be quiet active, with people responding quickly. It was what, she needed. Placing an add herself.

The Ad

Friendly, Organised temporary assistant, for random jobs needed.

If interested, please contact me for more information.

Email: Lovettelle@gmail.com

X Elle

Leaving her laptop open, Elle-Mae made her way around the small apartment she lived in. Trying to tidy up, the random clutter of work, sticky notes that were everywhere. Whilst waiting for a response to her Ad. During her clean-up, Elle began to make a list of all the groceries, and things missing from the apartment; that she needed to get. Hearing a ping. The young Therian wandered over to her laptop. Checking the notifications; it seemed like someone had replied to her advert.