There is an announcement coming down from the CEO and we need to meet at conference room PS1 in a few minutes. Where is that?
I need to get some nicer clothes. I struggle to take off my socks. They are black but ripped and I cannot find any others. So I struggle them back on again. Then a shirt. In my wardrobe there are a few shirts but all are wrong for one or other reason. Once I’ve flicked through each shirt I settle on purple with hideous white stripes on the lining.
Now I need a jacket to cover the shirt and so I continue through the hangers. One I grew out of, the other is, No! The last is brown, bland, it will do. And I am ready.
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I am looking for the conference room on the 6th floor but all the doors are closed in the vacant lobby. Someone walks by me and knocks tentatively on a heavy wooden door in front of me and steps in. I follow her through the door but the CEO is not yet there. Pete Bossman waits at one of the rectangular folding tables that are spread in rows across the carpet, but I don’t want to sit with him. I cannot find a spare chair and I don’t want to sit at a front table either.
At another table I find a space next to two men, each holding a white cardboard plate selection of Emmental and Gorgonzola. One of them is gorging himself. He simultaneously stuffs blocks of cheese into his mouth, and spreads blue cheese crumbles into the shiny holes of the Swiss cheese. And with each pinch, his fleshy fingers work more into each hole, spill more onto the plate.
Then the man pauses, holds up the plate of his Swiss and blue cheese combo.
Take some, he says.
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