Efficiency

Each morning at work Heather has to come down and get me from Reception, because I haven’t got my own security pass. It takes ages. First I queue at the merry-go-round desk, and get someone to phone up to Room 808. The queue can quite often take five minutes, and then it takes Heather at…

Work clothes

Sunday night before my second week at work. Thinking about clothes. Not point in trying to compete with Scarlett, who wears things that remind me of the pictures in the old Ladybird Cinderella. A different dress every day, each one as magnificent as the last. All low-cut and sleeveless, which I find surprising, because it’s…