Whoops! I've Used 'dumber' Before... Hmm? Perhaps, Giggle, Ditzy, Memo?

Still amazing! Handwriting, decor, perception.

[Hah, trying to stump me, are you?]

Nadine looked up from her struggle to decipher her boss’s handwriting – if it stumped the scanner’s software, you knew it was some serious henscratching – and looked around the office.

She’d rather be sitting at a desk out in front of what had once been her office, or even in the glaringly pink steno pool, but Frank preferred to keep her at her “perch”, as he liked to put it, in the corner.

I suppose “perch” is appropriate, since I’m basically being kept here are a pet….

He still used her old desk.  He’d replaced her black desktop with a bright red laptop with the USMC emblem (on the strength of the company having a military contract, not because he had ever served himself).

Unlike me – I paid for college with my Airman’s salary.

Company lawyers had persuaded a judge that her degrees and award certificates were “office decor” and therefore company property, so that she couldn’t reclaim them.  He had already used up her Bachelor’s and her Master’s, so now it was an award the manufacturers’ association had given her that he had placed at the center of his dartboard.

He’d have destroyed them a lot faster if he’d placed them below and to the right of the bullseye … .

Wow! You nearly disappointed me there, but that was then excellent! Bravo! Lisp, sales, respect

She had been the driving force behind the mall’s creation, but now she was just a floorwalker in its anchor store, a Yellow Front franchise.

Supposedly, her job was to offer help and answer questions.  In practice, she was there so people could laugh at her piercings.

Her white nylon blouse made no secret of the palm-sized starburst nipple shields under it.  A thick ring hung from the septum of her nose, making her look like livestock.  But the worst was the heavy stud through the front part of her tongue, which made it impossible to speak clearly.

Customers never seemed to tire of hearing her say things like, “Menf cwoaves aw ovah deah” or “Vhat item iv not cawwied in vhis depawtment.”

Always loved these t-shirts! So dumb, so humiliating, so bimbo!

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I don't know what the 'K' on the necklace stands for, but I really hope it's something that should end in a 'y' that she spells with an 'i'. With a heart dotting it. In pink.

Degree, history, re-write.

Raven knew that if she complained about her situation, everyone would scold her for it.  No-one needed to tell her how lucky she was to be working at a job like this, one where she was actually able to use her education.  She had an “understanding” with the head of the department that didn’t take up much of her time, and was not bothered by any other men while at work.

Yes, yes, practically a miracle for a woman with a Master’s in History to actually be working in the field of history, writing textbooks that millions of boys and girls would read.

But what she had to write … !

“While the men were distracted by the First World War, feminists were able to get foolish amendments added to the Constitution: to give women the right to vote and to establish Prohibition.  Only two amendments to the Constitution were written specifically to repeal earlier amendments … .

“When women were allowed to serve in Congress, they passed many stupid and destructive laws, but fortunately they never managed to pass the ultimate destroyer, the so-called “Equal Rights Amendment … .

“”No-one knows for certain what destroyed the space shuttles Challenger and Columbia, but there were women on the crews of each … .”

With each keystroke, Raven felt as though she were writing an indictment against herself as a traitor to her gender, and to her calling.  She wasn’t sure which was worse.