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I groaned, waking up just enough to sleepily grab my phone off the hook and answer it.
"What?" I demanded sleepily. God, I hate mornings.
"Ellie, you need to come in right now! We have an emergency, and the satellites aren't working, and David won't answer his phone and..." I zoned out, mentally smacking my head against a wall repeatedly as soon as I heard Marty's annoyingly raspy and panicky voice. I swear, he's always freaking out about something, and when he is, his voice is about 10 times more annoying, though it is like that all the time-I have no clue why.
"-and we can't figure out what's wrong, it just suddenly stopped working and-"
"Marty!" I cut him off before I could start getting a headache. "Look, I'll be there as soon as I can, okay? And quit trying to call David, you know he's probably with his father, and is most likely ignoring you."
"But-"
"Bye, Marty." I put the phone back down and flopped my head back onto my pillow, groaning. So much for my bloody weekend off.
After another five minutes of debating whether or not to call Marty and claiming to be sick, I finally dragged myself out of bed.
"Ya know, if you had just stuck to your bloody major, and hadn't moved to bloody New York, maybe you wouldn't be so damn tired," I grumbled to myself as I began to get ready.
After the world's fastest shower, I grabbed an apple, and a quickly made lunch, and headed out of the door, with my backpack thrown across my back.
Immediately my senses were overwhelmed by New York. My ears mainly caught the brunt of it, as horn honks and shouting rang through the air incessantly as a result of thousands of people trying to get to the same place at the same time.
"And this is why I don't drive," I mumbled, mounting my bike. When I moved to New York the year after graduating college-originally searching for a job in computer sciences, not satellite and TV services-I told myself that there was no way I would ever even try to drive through the chaotic city of New York.
Then, of course, after a year of waitressing at a small restaurant (never again), when I got the offer of being a paid intern for David Levinson, he insisted that the only way I could be hired is if I didn't drive a car-he said it polluted the air, and he couldn't support that.
It's been two years since I was hired, and now I'm more of a co-worker than an intern, although I still mainly work side-by-side with David. We've become very close friends since I started working here, and I have on multiple occasions threatened to punch anyone who makes fun of him and his green, Earth saving ways. Unfortunately, I've never actually been able to carry out that threat, as David always happens to show up before I can, and scolds me about violence, and insists that he doesn't care about the others making fun of his habits. I swear, that man acts like my mother sometimes.

After the usual 15 minutes of bike riding, I arrived at work, and rode in, setting my bike against a wall just inside the door. I glanced around, surprised at everyone rushing around and freaking out. I guess this time Marty wasn't just overreacting.
Speaking of Marty, wait for it; three, two, one-
"Oh my god, thank goodness you're here Ellie!!" Marty came rushing up to me, waving his hands all around like a maniac, and basically hyperventilating. Every time, I thought to myself.
"Calm down Marty," I said as I continued to walk through the office, almost getting ran over by several people muttering about X-Files and aliens. "What's the problem?"
"None of the stations are working properly!" Marty exclaimed, scurrying behind me like a small rat. "They're blurring, they're static-y, they're not coming through at all, they're just all messed up!! The satellites seem to all have interference, we've tried resetting, we've tried everything! But nothing works!" He looked like he was going to explode at any moment.
"Calm down, Marty," I stressed. "I'll see what I can do, I'll try to figure it out, just don't give yourself a heart attack, okay?"
I shook my head as he scurried off; that man has got to have serious blood pressure issues with the way that he worries.
I walked into the office that David and I share. It's actually his office, but when I first started working here, he just put another chair at the desk on the far side of the office, and it's just kind of stayed there since then.
I grabbed the spray bottle off of his desk and took care of all the plants around the office. We had an agreement that whoever gets into work first takes care of the plants, though David is normally at the office before I am.
I sat down after making myself a quick cup of coffee in a paper cup-David would probably shoot me if it was Styrofoam.
What could possibly be blocking the satellites to the point of almost not working at all? I began typing away at my laptop, losing track of time.

After about twenty minutes, I heard David arrive. Well, to be more accurate, I heard Marty yelling his name in that annoying voice of his, while most likely chasing after David.
I ran my hands through my hair as I pulled the paper I had just printed out of the printer. I was still in disbelief as to what it said, but it had to be true.
"What the hell is going on?? My god in heaven!" I heard David exclaim. It was probably something to do with recycling; the recycle bin was right by the office, and I swear almost every other day, I heard David freaking out about the lack of use it seemed to get.
I walked out and leaned on the office door, and saw David holding up multiple pop cans. Yes, definitely another recycle freak out.
"So sue me, David we have a problem!" Marty emphasised. They started walking towards me and the office, and I moved out of the way so they could come in.
"Did you, uh, try to switch transponder channels?" David asked as he walked in.
"Twice," I replied sitting on the edge of my desk. "Unfortunately, its not something that simple. And, before you ask, we've tried pointing the dish at a different satellite, they're all acting up like this," I explained, and handed him the paper I had just printed up.
"Its almost like they're not even there," Marty said dejectedly. I nodded, agreeing with him.
David looked up at me after reading the paper, in shock. "That's impossible," he said.
I shrugged. "That's what I thought too, but apparently not. Somehow, there's some kind of outside signal in our satellites that is disrupting our connection with them. I just haven't been able to figure out what it is yet."
David sighed and ran his hand across his face. "Time to get to work then, I suppose."