Co-Worker Profile: Becky

Being that I spend nearly 40 hours every week selling toasters, popcorn poppers, and glamorizing curtain rods, I spend a considerable, embarrassing amount of time analyzing the personality hiccups and genetic "oopsie!'s" of my co-workers. These are their stories...

Becky
The Beckster, (Rebecca) is a simple girl, and by that I mean she is dull, yet entertaining in a sad kind of way. Her dark roots grow long and wild into the bleached birds nest that is the rest of her hair. She is a University student, and makes it impossible for you to forget it, as she often brings a large stack of texts books into the lunch room, and studies what I imagine to be the page numbers and exciting photographs. The bag has a "University of Calgary" logo on the outside, and I reckon she got this bag in first year, yet continues to use it as a further reinforcement of her academic achievements. One day I overheard her tell another employee that her name is "Becky", and that she hates it when people call her "Rebecca." Being well aware of her timid, shy personality, I have been calling her Rebecca ever since I overheard this conversation, always emphasizing the "BECK" portion, maybe she will take that as a hint that she needs to stop bleaching her hair. I often wonder if she will ever tire of her apparent excitement everytime she runs out of change in the cash register, and gets to hear her depressing voice over the intercom system requesting more.


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