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  • (continued/sprouted from An Ominous Message)

    As I leaned out of the window smoking, I mulled over who could have wanted to freak me out.

    Well, there had been that boy Jim, only a couple of years older than me, who worked in the editor's office. On my first day on my new job I was sitting with the girl who was teaching me the layout strategy for the company magazine.

    Jim had walked into the room, rubbing his hands together with a cheesy grin on his face and asked me,

    "Well where's my tea then?"

    As far as I knew I had been employed to edit articles and type the contend of the company magazine. Not to make tea for my colleagues.

    Rather than asking him why he was asking me for tea, I decided to ignore him. My communications skills at seventeen years old, were not finely tuned yet.

    He stood there dumbfounded. Jenny my instructor smothering giggles, left her chair and switched a kettle, that was standing on a shelf in the corner and explained to me.

    "I didn't tell you. I am supposed to make tea for the three guys in our department."

    Later on when Jenny took me over to the commercial artists' room where she always shared lunch with the two artists; the news had gone ahead of me.

    "I can't believe that you put Jim in his place. He is such a pain." Angie told me giggling.

    Perhaps Jim was upset that I was not going to be at his beck and call.
    Was that enough reason to place a condom full of sperm on my office chair?

    I suppose that the head editor had started giving me more work every week. Perhaps he thought I was going to take over as assistant editor instead of him?

    Or was the culprit the man who always joked that I was going away for a dirty weekend when I brought my overnight bag to work with me; when I had planned to spend the weekend at my sister's house.

    What was I supposed to learn from it all? Did I have to wear longer skirts and no make up? Did I have to be more humble?

    My ambition to be a journalist dissolved. It was a man's world. I had better do something totally different I thought bleakly.
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