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Marjorie
A job to be done!
Added By: Peter 4/2/2003 - 20:59:44
Added To: It all unfolds (Peter)
Marjorie could see how the three of them contributed to merriment, especially because of Sarah, they laughed easily together and had an infectious effect on the rest.
Mrs. Tompkins instructed Marjorie not to drink much, so she would be ready for the calls and Marjorie was genuinely shaken when her pager kept blipping with assignments: Rm 125 AH 19.45, Rm 224 AH 20.30, Rm 166 AH 21.15, Rm 244 AH 22.30.
Sarah said she sensed that the formal reserve, gray hair, ram-rod back generate a lot of business.
Marjorie would present at each door saying: “I understand I am expected” and follow the cues presented. The poor girl needed to move quickly and as she traveled from one to the next room her blush of surprise accelerated. “I never knew people acted like that,” she said when the day was done and they were sitting sharing a night cap.
Sarah asked if she enjoyed it, and Marjorie seemed not to know how to process the question, and with a fluster she declared she ‘followed orders’ with sufficient conviction to have sufficed at the Nuremburg trials.
Sarah found this amusing and wanted to know how anyone could such profound adjustment without emotional back lash. “I have always just followed orders”, declared Marjorie. Good said Mrs. Tompkins, “I order you Soldier to take off your bra and drink your next drink down the hatch! Please march around the room, Left, Left, Left Right Left, Left…..”
Marjorie did as requested, downed the drink and marched. It was an impressive sight. It was not that her breasts were big, it was the bearing of the chest and the rectitude of her back that made her impressive.
Sarah and Mrs. Tompkins sat equivocating, sharing a hesitation, edging forward, until they each nodded and directed the question to Marjorie with a question:
“Soldier, this is a discretional mission. The Castle staff clubbed together hoping you might undertake a GE. We would of course assist, but it involves service to seven while, on the other hand, the remuneration was equivalent to three months work at the desk in the office.
Marjorie was seen to bite her lip then, shrugged and set in a clipped fashion “The job must be done. Let us proceed!”
Sarah inserted an emollient and Marjorie required that Sarah should prepare the patrons at the bar, while Mrs. T expedited the movement from Operation Centre back to the bar.
The GE proceeded with Military precision and as the last patron lifted his beer to his lips, a resplendent Marjorie marched out with baton in hand, praising the men for a job well done, as she left the room.
Mrs. T was speechless in praise, but the only comment of Marjorie was “A good nights work ladies; when a job is to be done, it must be executed effectively and efficiently.”
Sarah in shock again asked Marjorie how she had adapted. Marjorie again looked mystified and simply declared ‘the job must be done’.
Mrs. T declared there was an offer for a full night of AH, but Marjorie declined saying: “Could not stand it! When the plan is executed I prefer to leave the field, read a book, and will not stand around searching for an appropriate response to foolish questions.”.
At Mrs. Tompkins’ prompting, Marjorie declared she intended to work for GrayPower, for three years when her savings target would have been reached. Then she would resume take no more medications and come each day to dress as a ‘day girl’.
“Would you marry again”, asked Mrs. Tompkins. “Heavens No,” Mrs. Tompkins, “I find Women to be a major pain in the bum!”
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