Ms. Rica’s Tutelage
Training at 225 Second Street completed, I have this odd sense of accomplishment... which within days fades. The workday is dull. Curious that Pete Harper called it ‘the fast lane’. As stated, I am to stare at the wall when there are no tasks, and the intervals of so doing seem to be frequent and lengthy. I must assume it is intentional, for when Ms. O’Brien steps from her inner office, deigning to speak with me, I feel like a lonely puppy, just a modicum of attention bringing the tail to wag.
“You’re assigned, Ryan. You’re taking the shift of your friend Peter Harper in the executive washroom,” Ms. O’Brien announcing with a bit of a sneer, fully aware that I barely know the recently retired low ranking employee.
I stop myself from asking if he’s been branded, golden
