A bustling Manhattan mid-day. A female EVENTS PLANNER, 30 years old, shoulder-length brown hair, Barney’s Label sleeveless blouse and pantsuit, stands at a glass display counter. She shops for silkscreenable trinkets with which to reward attendees for an impending business conference. A mid-30’s SALES ASSOCIATE with not-so-recently applied blonde highlights makes smalltalk as she retrieves digital clocks and desk caddies for consideration.
Do you like your job?
Wha–? Oh– sure.
It’s been so hectic lately.
What is your exact title?
(hesitant, slightly confused) I plan special events.
Ah, so you’re not in actual public relations, then.
(getting up to speed, but not jumping fully into the conversation) No, I only do special events.
This one’s been real tough. To get everything pulled together… And I worked through the weekend…
Oh, I know. I’ve had a rough few days, too.
I have breast cancer.