My Name Is by Angela Marsons

Author:Angela Marsons [Marsons, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Drama, Romance, Alcoholics, Friendship, Family Drama
Published: 2013-10-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 - Kit

Kit’s office resembled a box. The only things that decorated the wall were a Health & Safety poster for the use of a Visual Display Unit that was held to the plyboard by yellow insulation tape and a wall-planner three years out of date. The dust that rendered them a filthy grey told Kit that the office didn’t get cleaned too often. That and the fact that each time she touched something she then had to wipe her hands.

Her box held a desk with an ancient computer from the Jurassic period that would have given Bill Gates a coronary. It took up most of the desk space and rumbled with every new piece of information that she entered. On her first day she’d jumped up from her chair thinking that she’d broken it but when no flames or smoke materialised she knew she was safe. She only wondered if the dinosaurs had had as much trouble using it.

She’d picked it up quite easily. Exceptional keyboard skills were not necessary. The computer could only digest three words per minute anyway. Most of the input work was numerical and when narrative was required, she found two fingers served her fine.

Her boss was a middle-aged woman named Dorothy who was seated and working before anyone else and remained seated after everyone else had left. She’d heard it said that Dorothy was a long-serving employee who had given up all rights to a personality for the good of the company. At first she’d bustled down to Kit’s office in the bowels of the building to check on her twice daily, but after being assured by Kit that it wasn’t rocket science the visits stopped leaving Kit with no disturbances

other than the sound of footsteps of maintenance engineers as they passed her door to fetch stock from the stores.

She’d met a couple of them briefly during her first day when a leery, balding plumber had suggested that he could sort out her pipes any day of the week. She had quite seriously replied, “My name used to be Karl, but if you’re game then so am I.”

After watching him squirm in front of his mates for a couple of minutes, she’d put him out of his misery. They’d all had a laugh about it but they got the message.

Later on she’d gone looking around at Lunchtime for a bit of company. She’d found Dorothy alone in her office. She’d watched as the woman speared a slippery piece of pasta from her lunchbox and turned the pages of a knitting magazine. She paused at a white cabled Arran cardigan.

“The canteen is on the second floor, you can’t miss it,” Dorothy said, wiping the inside of the lunchbox with a sterilised wipe.

“You not going?” Kit had enquired.

Dorothy had smiled. “No dear, I find that I get much more out of my girls if I let them have a good old moan about me over their crackerbread and limp lettuce. It releases the tension.”

Kit had laughed and gone in search.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.