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.