She smelled so bad, like rotten eggs. She ate chicken fingers and celery for lunch everday at her desk. She processed all the incoming stamp orders for the company and rarely left her cube, which was next to mine. She frequently worked overtime due to high order volume. Today was Thursday which meant purple blouse and purple pants,the Ms Grimace Barney collection. Why do some women insist on matching? It doesn't look good.
Two weeks ago I left my cell at work. I was ten minutes away so I had to turn around and go back. As I was walking up to my cube I caught a glimpse of her kissing her computer screen. It was Patrick Stewart.