It’s been forty minutes since Mr. Schranz down-dressed me in front of the whole tenth floor. I was embarrassed to the point of tears, somehow driven to my knees, but I didn’t cry. Even if it was just out of spite. I didn’t want to give the little troll-man the satisfaction. I was already naked…
Story Title: A Day in the Life of a Mailgirl
A Day in the Life of a Mailgirl
From 9:30 to 11:00am I am in constant motion. That’s good. Busy days are always good. The more I’m moving the less time there is to think. I can’t dwell on my situation if I’m trying to calculate the quickest route from Kyle to Workstation 184 and all drops in between. While I’m not thinking,…
A Day in the Life of a Mailgirl
At 9:25 a.m. everyday I get into position. I’m kneeling on the blue mat next to the copy machine, a big Kyocera Office Station that takes a full carton of paper to refill when empty. It almost never is. I start work at eight o’clock and see to the whole tenth floor; all mail delivered,…