and knew that if my boss caught me I'd be toast. Safe in my cubicle, I swung my gaze away from the the dreaded time and looked for Michelle. She'd be hanging by the cooler, which she was. Michelle caught me looking and lifted her chin up in greeting and grinned. She knew what I was about. It was all about getting out of here and doing something for ourselves. It had been a Long-Damn-Week and I was going to let my hair down and have some fun. Michelle wrapped up her conversation with one of the petty chicks that lounged all day while we picked up the slack. As Michelle walked toward me, I thought that maybe we wouldn't have to change: pencil skirts, thigh high stockings, stacked heels and blouses that yoked just where they should be to look sexy, nothing too much. Michelle stood in front of me, tapping a foot. “Watching the time won't help it go faster.” “Yes, I know, but I feel like the day should have ended already.”
