Chapter Sixty-One - Lights! Camera! Bullshit!
Chapter Sixty-One - Lights! Camera! Bullshit!
"You should absolutely, under no circumstance, allow someone untrained in Public Relations do any of the talking when any number of cameras are involved."
--Politics 101 Textbook, ninety second edition, 2029
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I couldn't decide if I was annoyed with the job or not. Why did I land with the 'be the face' job? I was crass, rude, uneducated, and lazy. I didn't want to be the one reaching out to others to get them to kick their ass into gear. But no, it had to fall on me.
I could have been home right then, wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt, watching shitty reality-TV on a screen with more square feet than some apartments and with Lucy cozying up to me, but nope, the Earth needed saving and it fell on me to get the saviours to get their shit together.
Bullshit.
"You, uh, okay?" Gros Baton asked as he heard me muttering.
"Yeah, yeah," I said with a dismissive wave. "I don't know how to do social media shit. I mean, I've been scrolling since I've been old enough to swipe my thumb down, but I don't know if that qualifies me for making posts, you know?"