I – Preparation For Relaxation, With The Aid Of Some Helping Hands
Jamie impatiently tapped her pen on her desk. This particular phone call was taking forever, and the asshole on the other end was just wasting her time. She had quotas to meet, dammit, and this guy wouldn’t buy anything from her even if she offered to go down on him. She involuntarily shuddered at the thought of going down on an old, gross man who likely was twice her weight.
It had been a generally frustrating day for her, unfortunately. Lots of leads, but nothing real solid and, most disappointingly, nothing Jamie could bank on to meet the newly implemented sales targets from management. It was also near the end of the day and she was more than ready to get the fuck out of dodge already.
The blowhard on the phone finally stopped spewing meaningless niceties and Jamie hung up the phone. She sighed heavily, a mixture of exhaustion and exasperation. She hung her arms down by her sides and stretched out her legs. She was feeling awful tense, which was the worst possible way to feel on the last day before vacation.