Secretary

Every morning she looks nicely, dressed in her heels with her makeup and thinks that the sun will be in her eyes while she delivers messages to everyone who is lined down Broad street. They see her as a lady who carries coffee and brief cases, perfectly normal, her name is Jane. She's never done anything, to them, a day in her life. She's on time, attends every meeting, never calls out, this is the image she paints for them because she doesn't want people judging her, she is to seem as normal as can be with the least spontaneity as possible.

Up top though, there are a couple of screws loose. She doesn't see her job as "this is what I have to do, but this is what I will make the most of" in having this mentality she calls the wrong people only to laugh when no one is looking, she changes her voice to sound like her boss only for her to never find out who it is, she drives around the whole building twice every morning to irritate the lady in the cubicle next to her, stealing her parking space and laughing. She smokes in the downstairs lobby bathroom because she has never been caught and the job always seem to think it's the janitor. Her cubicle is yellow with plants and vines everywhere and at night she makes sure to leave her thongs in the toilet just to hear the clamor every morning and enjoy it.

This is the disillusioned secretary.