I stood up and looked around. In all my four years of being an erm, working lady I’ve never ever worked in a cubicle set up. Imagine that. Never ever! It was only a matter of time of course. So here I am. 6 rows. 10 people in each row. Two large pillars hold up this sweatshop. It’s my fourth day. I’m still very shy to make the long walk past all 6 rows to the Ladies loo at the other end. But I have to almost every hour because the freezing as fuck air con forces the last dregs of water + urea out of me with a vengeance. The legal chick who I’ve just had a cold war row with over a contract is waiting inside the loo as well. I smile at her and for a second she looks like a deer in headlights, shocked into a meek half smile before recomposing and scowling at me naturally.
There is ONE cute boy. He is someone I’ve danced with at a club (we had common friends) at a mad drunken night out. I had been dancing alone with wild abandon as I always do and he had started dancing with me and at one point he had grabbed me by the waist and said “you’re an attractive woman you know”. And since I was piss drunk I had laughed and said something witty in retort (I think) (I hope) and later found that I was mildly offended because of the underhandedness of the way it was framed. ‘you know’ like as if ‘allegedly’ I was. Hmph. Anyway my point is that he has absolutely no recollection of that night, or he is, like I am, just pretending not to recognize me. It does make for interesting pastime though. I look at him ardently and then when he looks my way, …zoopp, I look at the notice board with great scrutiny. I haven’t yet caught him looking at me and zoopping just yet. But the thought that I might, anytime soon, is keeping me very excited for the moment.