Yay. Clunk! That's me coming in contact with reality.
Welcome back to the working world... me. (trying to be positive. {desperately} New leaf and all that)
Firm handshake. Glad you're back, son.
It is only temporary, of course, a couple of weeks, a couple of months at the most, so you can put the tissues away now, no use in crying. That is this role, not work in general. Don't feel tooooooo sorry for me, I am, as Sam would say, a drama queen. Not that I think that I am, far from it actually, however...
Eve, who I was told I would be meeting, morphed into Brenda, who met me in the foyer.
She’s kind of nervy and not terribly confident, is how I first summed her up. I later found out that she has only been there since January and has been permanent for a shorter time, maybe a month.
This is the first time she has been left in charge. Eve is the one who is on holidays.
“So do you smoke Christian?”
“Um, no, no I don’t.”
“Oh well, I do and I need to go out and smoke every few hours.”
“I did smoke, but I have given up.”
“Oh, I could never do that,” said Smoking Brenda.
Your face certainly tells the story, I thought. She has facial skin that bares a striking resemblance to chicken’s feet… crepe-like skin on her neck resembled scrunched brown paper.
We were getting coffee at the kitchen bench thing? There is an espresso machine.
“Oh, I can’t work that," said Smoking Brenda.
I pushed the button with the cup decal and my cup was filled.
“Are you into the footy, Christian?” asked Smoking Brenda.
“Um, no.”
“Oh. I love me footy,” said Smoking Brenda. You've got to have an interest, I thought.
She barracks for Collingwood. Of course.
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