As promised, perhaps couple days late, here is part two of my story. Hope you like. I will try to get part three before I leave on my trip Thursday.
I worked for a local temp service agency in their Human Resources Department. It was a great place to work. The office was small and drama was minimum. There was nothing more exciting then a company that needed a temp employee, like, yesterday. My boss, Jen, was my neighbor. She and I had been instant friends when I moved in and she got me the job at the agency. My instant messenger popped up. Jen pestered me about my lunch desires. With a sigh I posted back Normal. I never got anything different from our local café. I got egg salad sandwich with chips and orange Fanta drink. As I child, I had consumed so much orange soda that I did not like it any more but there is something about fountain drinks that make it so good. My stomach growled as I thought about the egg salad. My mother had got me hooked on egg salad as a child and this café’s salad was perfect.
Jen picked up lunch from the café and we walked outside to eat in the warming sun. I watched cars go by as Jen discussed weekend plans. We were going to a “Movie in the Park” showing of Casablanca. She loved old black and white movies and I was slowly being converted. The city played movies all the time at the park by our apartments. Since Jen lived directly across from me and we spent a lot of time together. I had never spent so much time with one person since my divorce. Unlike most people who annoyed me to no end, Jen some how got me. She was the kind of person who I told things to that I did not even tell my self. She was much more extroverted then me but sometimes she needed a little nudge in the right direction. I was always there to make sure she did not do anything too crazy.
On days, like today, she knew to let me mull over my thoughts. Jen kept up random conversation about unimportant things. Today was the anniversary of my divorce from my abusive ex-husband. Though I was glad that I was no longer in the relationship I tended to spend too much time thinking about what I should have done differently.
After lunch the office was normally slow and I was able to catch up the work I procrastinated during the morning while in our weekly meeting. I was in charge of setting up the accounts for our clients and the temp workers. I also manned the front desk. More or less I was a glorified secretary but it was a good job and while Jen was technically my manager we worked like a single person. She needed things done in a certain way and I was able to put everything into “her” language.