Relationship with Ms. O’Brien
Contract signed, net pay diminished, I leak cash like an old bucket. Weekends are dull. As my credit card balance grows the good times are fewer. I am financially astute enough to know that something must change, the monthly rent and car payment taking almost all, the remainder of the paycheck going for cheap meals and a meager payment toward the monthly Visa minimum.
Work turns to drudgery. I have the title of administrative assistant but there is really nothing to administrate, Ms. O’Brien putting me in charge of paper clips... i.e. assuring there are adequate office supplies. I am otherwise told to at all times obediently stare at the wall. There comes a change however. When I mention my cash needs... paying off the car, facing a rent increase on an impre
