That translated in office speak to the minimum amount of time to walk briskly to the bosses office. I corrected an earlier misconception. It was within my ability to lower the glass after the first sip had been taken. A spider crawled across my face. I attempted to squirm away from him, but the pencil neck managed to pry my legs apart. At one point as I was walking I thought I saw my boyfriend leaning against a tree smoking a cigarette, but upon my second look I saw that it was simply a six foot tall tree stump. “Drink up, I have something to ask you.”
I obeyed. Finally the receptionist spoke and said, “the boss will see you now.”
I was now in his office. I then took the dying desk jockey into my mouth. What ever piece of equipment that had been dumped into the trash bin was now going to save my life.
