Of course Hanne hated her co-workers. If she hated her biotech lab partner back in school, then it made sense.
Her co-workers are lazy. Barely even doing work or even coming in on time, hell, she's the only one who brings an actual camera to work.
"Do they at least give you credit for their work that you did?" he asked, and she just shook her head, disappointed. "Well then, I don't see why they're even here working if they're not even working. If there's someone who deserves credit, it's you and—"
"Hey, lovebirds."
The two of looked up to find Wenzel and the rest of Hanne's co-workers exiting into the hallway with of their stuff.
He tossed her a set of keys. "We're going out for the rest of night, so close up for us, would you, Hanne? Oh, and don't forget that the deadline for those pictures is midnight tonight." Then he left, switching the lights off just as he did.
"Domme Wenzel," she muttered, throwing the keys off to the side of her desk. "Dit doen zij alle tijd."
"You look like this isn't new for you," Erik said, watching her run her hands through her dark brown hair and letting her hands fall into her lap.
She shakes her head. "They treat me like I'm some maid there to do their dirty work while they go and get drunk and get paid the same amount as I do when I'm the one who did their work."
"And they asked you to work for their department?"
"No, Marta did. She's in charge of everything and she believes that everyone is actually doing their work," she tells him. "It's a shame, really."
Erik couldn't believe of the conditions of the media department of BVB. All of those nice, perfect photos on the official website were not done by a crew but just one person. And that one person does all the work and gets no credit for anything, despite it being so obvious that she did it.
"Why can't you just tell Marta?" he asked. Surely, it couldn't be that difficult to tell the head of the media department about the sins her department has committed within the last couple of weeks.
"It's better to keep quiet than to tell her," she said, pushing her glasses back on the bridge of her nose before her fingers were back on the keyboard typing away, "and I need to finish uploading the photos onto —"
"Is it your job to do it?" She looked at him like he had said something in another language. "Was it meant for you to do it someone else?" he asked again.
"T-this is Lukas' work, but—"
He interrupted her before she could say anything else. "Then don't do it."
Her fingers stopped typing on the keyboard and she just froze.
Since she arrived in Dortmund, Hanne has been doing everyone else's work along with her own just because she didn't have the guts to say know to the people who would soon be asking her and expecting her to do their work so many weeks later. She hadn't stopped to think about whether it was even her place to be doing it, or if she should just stop.
Being too nice isn't always a trait you can benefit from.
"You're right," and she clicked stop on the uploading page, pausing the upload of the photos at 12 out of 70. "Lukas can go upload these himself because I already sent him the photos, if only he would bother to check his email."
