Then She Slammed the Receiver Down and Shook Her Head.

Anais was running from an evangelical charlatan's overseas ministry. She stood up quivering with rage and said loudly that it was her money, she could do whatever she wanted with it. For the rest of the morning, annais typed on her keyboard so hard that i was afraid she might break it. This was our sixth month anniversary of the digitizing project - we were surprisingly over our quota. Our supervisor celebrated by buying us a stack of pet s in a sheet cake. He also forgot where we were and the gravity of what we were doing and bought a couple of 24 packs of cold beer. I watched from across the room as anais stood silently in a little knot of