Jenny clicks her pen sipping on a fresh made cup of tea. Another light clicks off around her. “Good night Jenny”
“Goodnight Burt.”
“Don’t stay too long” he smiles.
“I won’t” her standard response. He gives a slight wave then exits. Another light goes off. “Night” a voice calls. Jenny hardly lifts her head to acknowledge.
Since the redundancies she has been falling behind in everything. Her normal duties, the ones she signed a contract for and the additional duties that “management from time to time sees fit” piled up around her.
Sigh. The clock clicks over. Delegation; managers prerogative.