Awkward in October (Bookish Romantics #1) Read Online Teresa Yea

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bookish Romantics Series by Teresa Yea
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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My name is Theodora Dy.
I’m single and live with my parents.
I may be existing, but I sure as hell am not thriving.
I want more out of life before resigning myself to decrepit spinsterhood.
I want adventures and mistakes, balmy summer nights and stirring rooftop conversations.
I want a beautiful romance.
Like something ripped straight out of the pages of The Witch of Blackbird Pond, my favorite book of all time.
But that’s all wishful thinking until I commit to a dramatic change.
So I quit my job.
Purchased a cheap old house sight unseen and booked a one-way ticket to Connecticut where autumn is in full swing and Halloween is just around the corner.
I may be living my best life, but I’m in over my head.
My fixer upper is falling apart and my big stupid gesture is sucking my bank account dry.
Fortunately, my grumpy neighbor, Carter, knows a thing or two about repairing ‘money pits’ (his words, not mine).
He’s perfectly practical in every way.
I’m a hopeless romantic.
We’re as opposite as two people can be.
But unbeknownst to him or me…
In October any wonderful unexpected thing might be possible.
Even the beginning of a beautiful romance.

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chapter one

No little girl dreams of a career as a doormat.

Doctor? Yes.

Astronaut? Okay.

Female CEO of a Fortune 500 company? Yes, please!

Appeals & Grievance Specialist III in a health insurance company?

Um…

How do I really feel about my job?

I don’t mind it, actually. I’m good at what I do. A less cheerful person would have broken down by now. I’ve been here since I was a starry-eyed twenty-two-year-old college grad with a mountain of student debt.

This was only supposed to be a temporary job until the recession blew over and I find something to do with my Art History degree. I specialize in early Colonial furniture making. That’s got to be in high demand, right?

I turn thirty-two tomorrow, which officially means I’ve been here for ten years. Yay?

But seriously, this job has its perks. The health insurance is not great (see the irony there?) but there’s stability and the pay is good (better than you’d think). I look forward to… to… lunch! I look forward to lunch.

And going home to work on my online sticker company, Vincent Van Sproot. Gotta have a side hustle these days.

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m happy, debt free at last, and I try to paste a smile on my face when I enter my cubicle.

My cubicle is cozy and inviting as far as cubicles go.

I have an enviable collection of mini succulents in adorable froggy planters.

My chair is lushly cushioned and there’s even talk amongst the higher ups of bringing in standing desks. I have a snack drawer filled with Hot Cheetos and a Kindle packed with spicy books. I’ve decorated my desk space with waterproof stickers I designed myself:

A bear with a sprout growing out of his head.

A milk carton with a sad face and puny little legs.

A potato in a cubicle, looking displeased by life. ‘9 to 5 Potato’ is my best selling sticker, which tells me I’m not the only one living a meh life.

C'est la vie.

The company provides us with state-of-the-art hands-free headsets and stress balls of all shapes and sizes. My favorite is the eyeball—so I can pretend I’m squeezing the eyeball of the person on the other end of the line. I even have a pair of titanium stress balls which I roll around in my palm, mumbling ‘Serenity Now’ as the person on the other end screams bloody murder.

I’ve been yelled at seventeen times today and that’s before lunch.

On a typical day, I average twenty disgruntled billers and patients alike. You’ll be surprised by how irate people can get when their claims are denied and they’re footing the bill for a $10K foot surgery. Health insurance is a savage business and I’m just a clog in the capitalist machine that profits off fear and human suffering.

Normally, I brush it off. Out of everyone in my department, I’m the best at shrugging off name calling, death threats, and the dreaded “Can I speak to your manager?”

I am the manager.

How did that happen?

I’ll tell you how it happened!

Ten years of loyal service with a cheery disposition. Ten years of being a 9-to-5 Potato.

Now that I’ve climbed the career ladder to Grievance Specialist III, I get to deal with the most difficult customers. The real pieces of work. The situations immortalized in the company’s Worst-Case Scenario training manual.

If Grievance Specialist I is reduced to tears and Grievance Specialist II chucks his stress ball across the room, the case gets escalated to me.

Yay?

As soon as I set my phone down, Line 2 buzzes. I eye the red light and take a deep breath. I offer up a prayer that this will be an easy call, except, in my position, there are no easy calls.

“Hello! Thank you for calling [Redacted] of California. My name is Theodora, your grievance specialist. How may I help you today?”


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