I walked into his office which a nervous look on my face.. “Have a seat Ashley, Why do you look so nervous?” he asked, “Well.. Hm its nothing.. ...Just thinking about the cuts and i know i am the one who is going to be let go..” I exclaimed.. “Haha, Ashley.. Where did you get the idea about that you were going to be let go.. I called you in here today for a promotion to a personal secretar's job for me..” I was so relieved that i jumped up and hugged Paul tight.. He was taken back but hugged me. So this week had entailed a lot of detailed paper work, route planning, reconnaissance, briefing, re-briefing. All in all a lot of time wasting because no plan survives contact but poor preparation produces poor performance. *sips*. Kicking my feet up onto the coffee table I slumped further into the cushions and internally chuckled at the comedian talking about fingering donuts. Looking at the fat bastard on the TV made me self-conscious; that my paper pushing had gotten the better of me; I. I soon spotted the dimly lit loo and hurried off , my heart sank as I saw the Ladies Loo all shuttered with the dreaded "Out of Order" sign on it. "Shit!" I cried out, feet dancing on the pavement, Steve disappeared for a moment, soon returning saying the Gents was open, not stopping I pushed past him and for the first time found myself in a Gent's toilet, noting the pretty awful smell and unfamiliar layout I saw the last cubicle was empty and quickly rushed in, there was no lock on the door. They are all pretty old-fashioned and straight forward, but you would be surprised to know what goes on with many of the people I know.”“What about you Sal? Do you have a secret side?”Sally hesitated, but then looked me in the eye and said “I don’t know you well enough to answer that, but I would like to know you better so we could be honest with each other.”The meaning of that bit of information escaped me, but before I could dig into it with her she started telling me what we would be doing.