Later in the day, Skip tells Richard to empty everyone’s waste basket.
“But that’s the job of the after-hours clean-up crew.”
“What?”
“Ah… I mean sir.”
“What are you trying to say?”
Richard is now turning red as he feels the eyes of employees getting ready to go home watching him answer the Nineteen year old.
“I just thought the clean –up crew would do that, ah… sir.”
“Just do what you’re told Richie Boy.”
Since the trash bin was locked during the day, Richard had to carry the waste baskets out to the loading dock two at a time. There were giggles and sympathetic smiles as workers left for the day and he continued his task. His first day as office boy had unequivocally established his new status and left doubt as to whether he could work his way out of it.
At home, Richard has bec
