“I’m bored” whined Analise as she lazed in her office chair. “There’s no work to do and I have nothing in common with these old crones” she thought to herself.
“This job sucks!” She spat “I wish I could be doing anything else!”
Funnily enough, just at that time, someone else in the building was having similar thoughts.
“My feet hurt and my back is killing me” thought Pat “I have so much more work to do since they let Dorothy go, oh how I wish I could do something else” she said to no-one in particular.
A brief dizzy spell caused both women to momentarily close their eyes. When they opened them they had rather different reactions.
“Oh my! I’m young, I’m beautiful, I’m slim!” Exclaimed Pat as she gazed into the reflection of her monitor.
“Hey Patricia, the girls downstairs say it’s gonna be another couple of hours until we get some work through, why don’t you come chat with us?” Asked one of her new co-workers.
“Absolutely” beamed the new Patricia, happy to be around such nice people and to relax a while.
Meanwhile, several floors down.
“Argh!” Screamed Analise as she saw her reflection in the polished door of the elevator. Dressed in the company’s cleaning uniform, she saw a fat old woman staring back at her.
“Anna! Keep the noise down and get on with it! We don’t pay you to stand around or do you want to go the way of your mate Dorothy?” Asked a burly man who the new Anna could only guess was her new line manager.
“Yes Mr Sinclair, sorry sir” she found herself saying.
As she hefted her belly with her two hands she had one thought.
“Be careful what you wish for.”
“Oh my! I’m young, I’m beautiful, I’m slim!” Exclaimed Pat as she gazed into the reflection of her monitor.
“Hey Patricia, the girls downstairs say it’s gonna be another couple of hours until we get some work through, why don’t you come chat with us?” Asked one of her new co-workers.
“Absolutely” beamed the new Patricia, happy to be around such nice people and to relax a while.
Meanwhile, several floors down.
“Argh!” Screamed Analise as she saw her reflection in the polished door of the elevator. Dressed in the company’s cleaning uniform, she saw a fat old woman staring back at her.
“Anna! Keep the noise down and get on with it! We don’t pay you to stand around or do you want to go the way of your mate Dorothy?” Asked a burly man who the new Anna could only guess was her new line manager.
“Yes Mr Sinclair, sorry sir” she found herself saying.
As she hefted her belly with her two hands she had one thought.
“Be careful what you wish for.”
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