I didn’t expect a great job. Not even a good one. And I definitely didn’t expect Mildred McClellan.
Mildred is the senior customer service representative here at Hamish Industries. I’m not sure if “senior” refers to her age or her time with the company – or both.
All I know is she’s my orientation buddy.
Mildred is a tiny thing with a booming Scottish accent. That takes getting used to. She has two cushions on her chair just to get her propped up to desk level.
Her cubicle is a shrine to Hamish Industries. From the 1950’s Hamish Industries print ads on her walls to the Hamish Industries coffee mug, key chain, and chachkes on her desk – it’s all Hamish all the time with her.
“I had a mastectomy on Thursday and was back to work on Monday.”
Honest to God, that’s the first thing she said to me. Apparently, dragging yourself in after having a body part removed is expected around here.
She said that colds, flues or other “wee ailments” never stopped her from getting to work.
From now on I’m calling her “Typhoid Mildred.”
Just not to her face.