perils with writing and whatnot
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Ruth was quiet on the other end on the phone. Clearly she was hesitant to tell Shelly the rest of what was going on. Ruth and Shelly had been a little more that boss and subordinate since Shelly’s promotion as lead worker within the division had gone through. They had become friends. They were careful not to let it interfere with work though. Friendships outside of one’s level, no matter how platonic they were, were frowned upon. The reasoning behind it was to avoid jealousy, which would interrupt the flow of productivity. Yet, who else was Ruth going to talk to? Her life was too busy for friendships outside the office and most of the other supervisors she knew were married and/or had children. There just wasn’t anything in common with them.
Finally, Ruth said, “Mr. Cooley — you know who he is, don’t you?”
“Yeah, the vice president of this idiot company.”
“Well, yesterday afternoon, after you had left, the photographer showed up here. I pushed him into my office and closed the door. Yeah, I was a little ticked off. He had my pay with him though. What was I suppose to do? Tell him I wanted it later at home? I doubt very seriously that he’d be happy with that seeing that he came all the way over just to bring it to me. I should have put it in my purse, but I must have had a brain fart or something because I just held the envelope in my hand. I showed him the way out and started to go by to my office. It was then that Mr. Cooley saw me walk across the aisle where your cubicle is, and motioned for me. Shelly, I got flustered. I put the envelope in your bottom drawer and went on to see what Mr. Cooley wanted.” A sigh of relief was heard.
Shelly swiveled in the stool and looked out the living room window as if the right thing to say was just outside. “Okay, that pretty much explains it. How long are you going to keep this up?”
“Until I’m out of financial danger, I guess. The job isn’t bad, Shelly. The photographer has no interest in me so I don’t have to worry about unwanted advances or anything.”
“Are you thinking of keeping this up?” Shelly asked with skepticism.
“I might — maybe until my looks start to fade.”
“Ruth, want to have lunch on Saturday? Or are you working?” Shelly said actually trying to make a jab at her friend.
“I’m free. How does noon sound?”
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