Mr. Smith called me into his office just before lunchtime. He said, “You’ve been an intern here for 3 months now. I think it’s about time we reviewed your progress.” I gulped, because I still didn’t feel like I knew what I was doing here. Most of my time was spent watching weird training videos which usually put me to sleep. The rest of my time was spent making fresh coffee, fetching dry cleaning, or running to the bodega on the corner. “Sure,” I said with a hard swallow and a faked lilt. “How can I help you?” That was odd, it just came out without me really thinking it. “It’s my understanding, that you have synergized well with our training program.” What the hell was he talking about? “You seem to have a natural aptitude for our touch point process.” He rose and walked around the desk, backing me into the wall. “And your scores have improved remarkably, over the course of this quarter.” He was reaching for my, blouse buttons. “I think it’s time we had you ‘drink the Kool Aid’.” There...
Thank you Zimmi, a good reminder for us of those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
ReplyDeleteIt's a safe bet that the spirits of most who did sacrifice deeply appreciate having a nude reporter give them tribute.