Jones (kickthetires) wrote in whatprice, @ 2009-05-24 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather jones, phillip hughes |
Who: Phillip Hughes and Heather Jones
What: Working in government isn't always as glamourous as it's cracked up to be.
Where: Westminister, London, England
When: Monday, May 25, lunchtime
Rating: PG, perhaps, for language, if nothing else.
Her pencil drummed on the desk as she watched the instructor far ahead of her, lecturing the class as one slide flashed after another. The actual words of the man were being drowned out in a sea of blue, the yellow letters with things like "Avoid complimenting a person's body" and "Keep your work area decorated appropriately" blending into one another until she began reading it as "Avoid your work area."
Easy enough, Heather thought, craning her neck around to see if anyone else had taken the back row. It was almost time for lunch and she reckoned she might be able to cage a fiver off an unsuspecting victim. Then her eyes caught sight of someone she vaguely recognized.
Standing up and walking briskly over to another desk, she slid in next to Agent Hughes.
"Psst-" she said, jerking her head up as someone glared at her. Dropping her voice, she tapped her pencil in front of him. "Psst - hey. Why the fuck they send a priest to sexual harassment training?"