PICKY

Once upon a time, in a far away land, The Boss assigned me a secretary. Not part of a pool, but a whole person. With a master’s degree from Mt. Holyoke. Pretty daunting, me with my little B.A. from Hofstra. So I said to The Boss:

“What is she supposed to do?”

“You write, she does the typing.”

He apparently thought I wrote in longhand. On paper.

I learned to touch type when I was 10 and hadn’t written anything longer than a grocery list by hand since then. Now, I had a secretary who was supposed to type for me? I was supposed to write longhand? I can barely hand write a list and decipher it later. I can’t think without a keyboard. Regardless, I had a secretary.

She was American, like me. Thin. Tall. Blonde. (Unlike me!) Very nervous. Twitchy.

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We discovered a shared passion for horses and went riding together. She rode a lot better than me. She had her own helmet, crop, jacket … the whole regalia. I had jeans and a pair of battered boots. I’d never worn a helmet.

About the same time, I had a less heartwarming revelation. I discovered my secretary was a dedicated nose picker — and she ate it. She was fast and sneaky, but when you spend every working day with someone in close quarters, it would have been impossible to not notice her long, nervous finger up her nose.

I’m sure everyone probably picks their nose sometimes, but this was different. She couldn’t stop. She admitted she’d damaged the lining of her nose from constant attacks with her fingernails.

Our offices were on the fourth floor of a warehouse. No elevator, so you got plenty of exercise. The boss was an orthodox Jew from Belgium. Other than Judaism, he believed in feeding his employees and giving everyone lots of vacation time. It was a good job. He was one of the kindest, most decent men  I ever knew, much less worked for.

Two floors below us was a chocolate factory. They made all kinds dark chocolate-covered citrus fruits (my favorite was grapefruit). If you were Kosher, you could eat them with meat or dairy. And oh my, they were so good. Around two in the afternoon, they fired up the chocolate vats and the smell would start drifting upward. I sent my secretary to get me chocolate. I didn’t know what else to do with her and watching her ream out her nose was getting to me. By mid afternoon, I not only needed chocolate. I needed a break.

She was such a nice woman. Smart. Well-educated. She objected to being sent on errands. I sighed. I didn’t really have much else for her to do. The nose-picking was wearing me down. I found myself trying to not look at her lest I catch her digging with a finger up to a second knuckle. One day I was sure she’d hit brain matter.

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Finally, she refused to get me chocolate and I had no work for her. Moreover, she was unable to keep her fingers where they belonged. I went to the boss. I said I felt my secretary needed to move on, perhaps to someone else in the company who needed her services more than I. He looked at me.

“What is the real problem?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Tell me.”

“She picks her nose. And eats it.”

I thought he was going to toss his cookies on the desk. That was the end of the story. In reality, not only did I not need a secretary, no one did. It was a computer development company. We all worked on keyboards. So her departure was inevitable. I just sped it up by a few weeks.

I didn’t mention the picking thing, but she knew. She also had to know she was underemployed. I’ve been in that position. You know when you’re redundant. No one will pay you indefinitely when they don’t need your services … unless your mom or dad owns the company and even that doesn’t come with a guarantee.

Still, if it hadn’t been for the nose picking and her refusal to get me chocolate, she’d have had a bit more time.



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  1. Is that choclate cover grapefruit or orange pictured there?
    Leslie

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  2. A nosepicker secretary …. Omg I can imagine why you decided not to look at her. This is so hilarious. She eats….yuck !

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  3. When I saw the title to this post somehow I envisioned a totally different story line. LOL STill, I fought my way through it to the bitter end, a most unusual end. 🙂

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  4. I have to laugh at the unintentional hilarity of sending a nosepicker to fetch food for you…

    I would also never pick my nose if I had long fingernails. Since I constantly chew mine down to nubs, I can safely dig for gold in the comfort of my own home… but the very thought of sticking it in my mouth makes me wretch, and I’m not easy to make wretch when it comes to gross things!

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  5. This actually made me laugh out loud and then I had a prolonged giggling fit in Burger King…Thankfully the place is practically deserted this time of night…. Great one!!! Oh my….

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    • It was funny. It was sick. It was not what I needed in the office, that was for sure. She was a nice lady and if it hadn’t been for those long finger up her nose … well … in the end, I really didn’t need a secretary anyhow.

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      • If only she’d learned to do so in private! LOLOL Just goes to show the status quo sometimes does not need to be met! 😀

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        • I felt bad about it. But the combination of not actually needing a secretary and this particularly nasty habit was too much for me. I don’t know about status quo, but if you work in job where you aren’t essential, it’s good to be aware of how you are affecting others around you.

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          • Agreed! The status quo was obviously “one needs a secretary (according to your boss at least) whether that was the case or not. Poor gal, obviously her mum forgot to mention the no public “pickin’, scratching, or pokin’.”LOLOL

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