Chapter 7
"You never did say how your date with the boss went," Cricket said to Lana when Cricket came by later to chat.
Lana shrugged. "It was just lunch. No big deal. Sorry if I don't have any juicy details."
"Wish I had that kind of opportunity," Cricket snorted. "My jackass boss thinks plopping a Wendy's bag on my desk is doing me a favor. Paul takes you somewhere nice. Sure you don't want to trade?"
"No thanks, Paul and his crew make me suffer enough."
"Yeah, I heard about him and Brian's secretary pulling a prank on poor Brian again."
"Well that, along with Brian, Kim, and Drew sniffing Drew's orange pee, among other things. Trust me, I could make a list of the things Sheena and I put up with and still wouldn't be done."
"Good God." Cricket shuddered and made a face.
"It gets better. My boss listens to 'girly' music. At top volume."
"Well, you can't complain about having a boring job. So really, what is he like anyway?"
Lana shrugged and smiled. "Just a simple guy with a stupid haircut."
"Lana!" Cricket howled. "That's awful!"
"Hey, that's his description, not mine. Seriously, though, he's a very nice man, though he could control his temper a little better. When the cable man shut off the internet for a few moments, Paul stomped out of the room yelling, 'Brian, get me a fork, I'm going to KILL HIM!' The poor man was standing right there, totally petrified."
"Ouch," Cricket commented.
"Of course, it didn't help matters any when Drew and Kim put all the forks on the patio and Brian tried to hit on the man to win a fifty dollar bet and just to be a total goof. It took me and Sheena both to calm the cable man down and get him out of there safely."
"I thought Paul had a dish. What are they doing heckling the poor cable guy?"
"It rained last night and the satellite fell over. Paul got pissy about it and had me call Comcast to install cable. He can be such a child sometimes."
"Wow, it never ends for him, does it?" Cricket wondered.
"Doesn't seem like it. All day yesterday, I had to hear him whine about his love life, or the lack of one, as it were. Trust me, by the end of the day, I was in dire need of a meeting. I'm a secretary, not a therapist, for heaven's sake."
"They're all little boys in men's bodies, Lana. We girls have to have some therapist in us to a degree. And if he's telling you these things, chances are good he's feeling comfortable with you and trusts you. I've been working with my jackass for almost a year and I couldn't even begin to tell you some stuff about him outside of work, outside of the fact he's an arrogant ass who thinks he's God's gift."
"Well, at least I don't have that problem, though Paul has his assy moments," Lana smiled.
Brian's loud bellow cut in from outside. "KIMBERLLLLLLLLLLY! YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Kim's giggles could be heard further down the corridor, causing Lana to groan.
Sheena poked her head in, spotting Lana. "Here we go again, lass," she said.
Lana rolled her eyes. "I've noticed. All right; let's see what disaster we have to avert this time." She got up from her desk to join Sheena in the hall.
"Have fun, girls," Cricket said. "Meanwhile, I have to get back with the jackass known as Orton."
