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Temari 5 (end)
Third Person

Could today get any worse? Temari was sure that there was no way possible that it could, which only meant that it would. It had started with her alarm clock failing to go off that morning, and for the first time she was actually thankful that some of her idiotic friends saw fit to call her at 6:30AM when she was normally getting ready for her day.

That had just been the start of it. It wasn't like she hadn't been late before, and she managed to get ready quickly. Thankfully when you were going to strip anyway, dressing up nice wasn't always a prerequisite, although she did her best to present a professional image off-set. Not today, though. She would just have to deal with it, and it was better than being late.

But then her car just had to break down. It only figured that it would fail to start, the piece of crap that it was, and then she would just have to wait for someone else to come pick her up. Given that she was already running a little bit late, it was a wonder that she was able to get a hold of one of the camera men who agreed to swing by her place.

Of course, it had to be one of the many people in the company that she absolutely could not stand, and even worse, she had to bite her tongue as he talked her ear off about her and how good she was in films and how wonderful she was to work with and a whole bunch of other compliments that, to Temari, were shallow and over-used. Despite the fact that she rarely had trouble telling people off, even she knew that you didn't cuss out the person who was giving you a ride.

Once in the parking lot, however, she didn't hesitate to give him a piece of her mind. The dejected look on his face was actually very comforting, and put a little bounce in her step as she walked in, greeting the receptionist on the way to the back of the building. At least she knew she still had it in her. She'd have to find someone else to drive her home, but that wouldn't be very difficult at all, now that she was actually here and finally on time.

"Oh, Temari you're here…early."

One of many employees who Temari had no idea what their job was or what their true purpose was, since they always seemed to be doing something different, greeted her as they passed in the halls. She stopped and turned, looking rather unamused at the idea that she was early. "What do you mean, early?"

"You're not scheduled to actually do anything today until noon, didn't you get the phone call?"

Twitch. No, she hadn't gotten any phone calls, because when she pulled her phone from her pocket, she found that it had rather abruptly died on her, despite having seemed to still have a charge when she left the house. "Fine then. But it's not professional to be late to work."

The other woman shrugged and went about her business, leaving Temari to fume in peace, and attack at a donut she found still present in the cafeteria. She was going to find it rather difficult to play the rape victim she was supposed to be playing when they actually got to filming if all she wanted to do was punch the guy in the face, and she knew that she was fully capable of doing it, too. It was going to be very difficult indeed, but as she calmed down a little, she started to think of ways to let off steam. There was no way that she was going to let her morning get the best of her and make the rest of her work sloppy.

Naturally, then, she'd just have to find a poor, unsuspecting fluffer to take it out on. She smiled to herself at the thought. They did provide such excellent stress relief.