Tired Of Tea
The assistant of Marco Polo.
Hey! Before we get into today’s flash fiction; I just wanted to let you guys know that I was on vacation last week, so I did not post anything. Also, I plan to drop the Wednesday “Life Stuff” posts and move the mental health posts to then. That way, Fridays won’t have a post plus a podcast. I am just trying to streamline a little bit so you all don’t get too upset with multiple emails. Anyway, on to the content!
Tea, again? For the fourth time today, I have found myself starting a fire just to sit and wait for the water to come to a boil only so I can pour it into a cup with leaves and wait for that to be ready. This is all while Marco is out there jotting down god knows what on his parchment while not saying a word. Now, I know it is ridiculous to complain about a good job with an increasingly wealthier man, but all I do all day is grunt work.
I mean, the guy barely even speaks to me, unless it is something that I need to run out and do. For a guy that people love to label as “courageous”, I sure seem to be the one having to go out there and talk to everybody. When is the last time you were on the Silk Road? Were the temperature swings always this bad?
Anyways, I am sorry that this letter is just about me complaining. Could you ask around about any new job openings for me though? I have my two-weeks notice ready. Love you, Mom.
-Grunt