Tracy

We sit opposite.

Well, until the next desk move.

Work was crap. We are getting micromanaged to the endth degree.

This was early on, before Tracy got 'done' for wearing her security door fob and name badge on the same lanyard.

She liked the face in the buttered Malt Loaf. I liked it too.

Oh well keeping the wolves from the door and all that crap jazz.