Fired!
I approach her shyly and extend my hand, "Hi I'm John."
"Karen," she says, giving my hand a surprisingly strong squeeze. "You must be the new guy." I spot a small butterfly tattoo between her thumb and forefinger.
I nod and ask, after noticing the company logo emblazoned on the left sleeve of her overalls, "Where do I get those?"
"I guess the boss would give you one, after the usual orientation," Karen replies.
My mind quickly imagines how Karen would look without those loose overalls. "So, how many work here?" I ask, trying to divert my thoughts and start some conversation.
"Not many," she answers. "This branch just opened last week. The main office has about 300, though."
A maroon car drives into the parking space. "That must be the boss," Karen says. I watch the car doors open.
Who is it?
"Karen," she says, giving my hand a surprisingly strong squeeze. "You must be the new guy." I spot a small butterfly tattoo between her thumb and forefinger.
I nod and ask, after noticing the company logo emblazoned on the left sleeve of her overalls, "Where do I get those?"
"I guess the boss would give you one, after the usual orientation," Karen replies.
My mind quickly imagines how Karen would look without those loose overalls. "So, how many work here?" I ask, trying to divert my thoughts and start some conversation.
"Not many," she answers. "This branch just opened last week. The main office has about 300, though."
A maroon car drives into the parking space. "That must be the boss," Karen says. I watch the car doors open.
Who is it?