She wasn’t the hardest worker in the office, but no-one really minded. She was the office ray of sunshine; always a smile and a kind word, one of those people you really enjoyed having around and so it didn’t matter so much that maybe she was just a touch on the ditzy side, a little forgetful at times, maybe just a trifle slow on the uptake on occasion. It was part of her charm, really.
Similarly, no-one really minded that the ‘new dresscode’ only applied to her. Those special ‘one-to-one’ sessions with the manager - which, curiously, she was the only one required to attend - had done much to make her very enthusiastic about her role in the office and not particularly fond of asking why she was doing whatever she was asked to do.
No-one really thought it was that important that she didn’t have any work per-se to do anymore. They all understood the importance of her new responsibilities; things like bending at the waist to pick up dropped pens, leaning over the desks of her stressed co-workers to ask if there was anything she could do to help and spending an inordinate amount of time on her tip-toes at the photocopier, studiously ignoring anyone who might move up behind her without warning, hike up her skirt, grasp that slender waist of hers and, well, relieve some tension.
Productivity has soared.
Dumb is the new sexy