Picture of Jenna Shchert, one of the New York secretaries who spells trouble in 'My Secretary', right in the media section; and a 1950 B/W film called 'Office Etiquette', about how US secretaries behave, and the "DO'S and DON'T", when you're in the Office.
Warning: It is rated PG for sex references, adult themes.
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Lower Manhattan,
New York,
December 10, 2014,
7:31 AM.
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The Office was expensive.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
It, for all sense and purposes, all paid for my Old Man's inheritence money. But I was happy with the Terms and Agreements that Mal Sfer, the Jewish lawyer, who oversaw his wealth. I stated my case; I got my money to start-up my own business...
...And everyone was happy.
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You don't have to see my system of jobs that women came for.
They flirted; they preened; they showed their legs...
...They showed too much flesh; they showed off.
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Because, in the old days of the late 40's and '50's, the office was a man's domain. They held the office like a King rules a Kingdom; they held to account what was, in my opinion, the sex appeal of the women who worked in the office.
In Grandpa's day, women worked at home; wives worked at home.
And no one clashed; no one.
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"A man needs to do his work...without any distractions", Grandpa said. He was Jew who prayed in Isreal when he wasn't in his Lower Manhattan office; Grandma worked her way from the bottom to the top by being very strict with me...and my three sisters.
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From the memories of the past week:
"Stop being a klutz".
"I'm not a klutz, bubbe".
"I won't let you disparage...".
"Ani Mitzta'er".
And she smiled...
...And we ate dinner together in the huge Dining Room in their Upper Manhattan apartment...and everything was back to normal.
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Back to the present...
...Lower Manhattan...
...December 10, 2014...
...7:14 AM.
The office was crammed with a filing cabinet; mahogany drawers; a large boardroom table in the middle; two lamps to the left and right of me; framed pictures of my family members; blue colored curtains that swayed in the cold, New York weather; two stools that were used for correction purposes of secretaries; and soap to wash my hands with in the sink in the restrooms down the long, spacious hallway; and my name was in the middle of the room.
Written in bold letters was my name:
NATHANIEL T. CARSON,
PRESIDENT OF CARSON OFFICE MANAGEMENT
I stared at the pictures of women who were in my I-phone 6.
All of them were out of New York college.
And their education was limited to basic computer use.
"Now...Ellen, can you use the Internet?", I asked.
"No", she answered.
"No. This is 2014...Not 1984".
"I'm sorry...but you're not ready for this job. Thank..."
"Stuff you!".
And she stormed off...and left me sighing.
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By 8:02 AM, I drank my first coffee.
I wore a blue suit, black tie, brown trousers, and black belt. My brown hair was receding; my brown eyes glistened in the bright lights of the office; my face was lined.
I hope the next girl isn't psycho, I thought...
...as the aroma of the coffee took away the sourness of the bitter taste of losing more seceretaries than I could afford on my $US25,000 salary.
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The second secretary was blonde, petite, and bloody sexy.
Her aqua colored blouse was loose; her slender legs was hot. Yet, she had had a flirty sense of fun to her that was attractive.
But this wasn't a dating office.
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"Shalom. I'm Nathaniel Carson. Please take a seat, Miss...".
"Shalom! I'm Carolyn Barher".
"The daughter of Michah Barher".
"He is always busy. And I have experience".
"Good. I want someone to use their notebook to write down times, dates, and so on for the year. Pay is $US15,000, plus car, gas, and living expenses to and from work".
"That's a lot of money".
"Yes, but it's necessary. I have a lot of interviews, Carolyn".
"Oh, I don't want...".
"It's fine. Because of your enthusiastic way of being professional during the job interview stage...you've made the call back list. Do you have a Facebook, Twitter, and E-mail accounts? And cell phone number so I can contact you?".
"Here!".
And she grabbed her gold colored pen...and wrote everything down on her notebook computer that she carried with her.
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I was amazed at her.
"Sounds to me that that you're prepared, Carolyn".
"Yes".
I peered at her black skirt.
"New?", I enquired.
"I got it at Macy's Department Store for $US29.99".
"It suits you".
"Toda raba!".
"Ein bin ma".
And she smiled...and left the office with a huge grin on her face.
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Jewish terms
Ani Mitzta'er-Hebew term for "I'm sorry".
Bubbe-Grandma
Ein be'ad ma-"You're very welcome"
Klutz-A clumsy person; "A block of wood".
Shalom-"Deep peace"
Toda raba-"Thank you very much"
Zayde-Grandfather.
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