Wendy slumped into the lounge. “Busy. First thing as soon as I walked into the office I had inductions to perform. I knew the new guy was starting so I had his paperwork ready, but I wasn’t expecting a contractor to be waiting with him, she’s an apprentice from one of the mines come in to get some work experience. And then, as I was showing them around the place and introducing them to people Danny comes up and tells me I have three other contractors that need to be inducted for our workshop.”
Mum turned the volume down on the television.
“Which wasn’t so bad. Just a lot of names to remember and I was leading them around like some teacher of kindergarten, no, some teens who don’t want to be the first to make the move in case they look uncool for taking initiative. God, it took forever to get them motivated to come back to the office and get the other contractors settled to sign paperwork and be quiet and listen as I waffled on about safety and zero tolerance for drugs, alcohol, and theft. Of course, those three had to be comedians. As soon as I said theft one gasped and said ‘That’s right, look at the black man when talking about theft’ which led to a good giggle.” She flopped her head back and stared at the ceiling. “And that was just the first hour for the day.”
“Busy is good.” Mum said.
“I know it’s better than sitting bored waiting for the end of the day. I’m not complaining, just… yeah. There was a lot of paperwork after that and then the other girl in the office went into town after Danny came in and showed her a brochure with toolboxes.”
“What would she need a toolbox for?”
“It’s for her son. She went in and brought one for herself and the other for Danny, putting it on his account. They cost $300 each. And they’re tiny, mini toolboxes for display.” Wendy rolled her head to the side so she could see her mother. “Danny took his one out to the workshop and none of the guys were impressed. When he came back he said only the female contract thought it was cute.” Wendy smiled. “Then I said ‘maybe she likes small things’.”
Groaning, mum rolled her eyes.
“What?” Wendy sat up. “It just came out of my mouth. I had no power to stop it. It’s not like I was telling anyone to suck a dick.”
“Which you need to stop telling your boss to do,” mum ordered.
“All he does is laugh when I say that,” Wendy chuckled. “He’s the one that calls me an office wench.”
“When did that happen?”
“Last week. Louise and I were trying to come up with a title with more dignity than office girls. That’s when he decided that I was an office wench. Asshole.” Still, she chuckled. “How was your day?”