I.R.L.JILLIAN WAD REMINDED EVERY few days how mundane her job really was. Whenever her stapler would run out of staples she knew that she was at the bottom of her company’s food chain. Previous to starting this job three years ago, she didn’t even remember the last time she put staples in a stapler, but since she became an office assistant whose most complex problem was printing documents and handing them to those who requested them, she realized that she had become one of the dreaded rank-and-file.
She only became patient about this routine of stupidity, as she called it, when she met Hannah in the chatroom of LezPinay. The only perk of her boring desk job was that it allowed unlimited hi-speed internet access that only a Manila-based American firm could afford. There she was during on
