Belle de Jour – (Diary of a Call (Centre) Girl)

Janveir 26, Mardi.

I think I’m in love.

A cleaning company has been brought in to rescue the dirty keyboards condemned by Mary in her report. If beauty can be held in a maroon polo shirt, then the woman who cleaned my desk is the very image of perfection.

A black curl kissed her porcelain cheek as she briskly brushed the keyboard as if it was a washboard. Her long, latex covered fingers gingerly pulled a matted string of pubes, bogeys and crumbs from behind the CTRL key.

Me: Ugh. That looks awful.

She: I’ve seen much worse.

I love it when she talks QWERTY.