Love, Rosie (131 page)

of
you
over
here;
Mum,
Dad,
Steph,
Kev,
Katie,
and
Toby
are
all
cheering

for
you.
I
think
Toby
wants
to
be
a
doctor
when
he’s
older,
just
like
you

because
he’ll
get
to
be
on
the
radio
and
have
his
photograph
in
the
newspa-

per.
(Plus
he
revealed
he
wanted
to
rip
people’s
hearts
out
like
they
do
in

some
movie,
I
was
deeply
disturbed
by
that
thought.)
Katie
is
now
insisting

she
wants
to
be
a
dance
club
DJ.
You’ve
had
no
effect
on
her
in
that
depart-

ment
whatsoever;
she
wants
to
go
into
the
business
of
giving
people
heart

attacks.

I’m
still
at
the
Two
Lakes
Hotel.
Still
at
reception;
still
providing
the
big

bad
public
with
a
glass
roof
over
their
heads.
My
boss
has
headed
over
to
the

U.S.
where
he
has
opened
up
yet
another
new
hotel
so
I
don’t
think
either
of

the
Lake
brothers
will
be
here
for
a
very
long
time.
In
their
stead
they
have

arranged
a
series
of
very
sad
team-forming
experts
to
come
in
and
teach
us

how
to
be
at
one
with
one
another.
Next
week
the
team
leader,
Simon,
is

taking
us
out
canoeing
so
we
can
communicate
outside
of
a
work
environ-

ment.
We’re
supposed
to
learn
how
to
discuss
our
problems.

How
can
I
tell
Tania
from
reception
that
the
reason
I
don’t
talk
to
her
is

because
I
can’t
listen
to
her
unnaturally
high-pitched
voice,
that
I
hate
the

way
she
says
“What
do
you
think?”
at
the
end
of
every
sentence,
the
way
she

wears
perfume
that
is
far
too
strong
for
a
small
office,
the
way
she
wears

pink
lipstick
that
sticks
to
her
teeth
that
does
not,
will
not,
and
never
will

look
good
with
her
hair
color.
Steven’s
morning
breath
smells
of
dirty
nap-

pies;
I
love
it
when
he
goes
on
his
first
coffee
break
because
that
means
he

comes
back
almost
smelling
of
roses
in
comparison.
Geoffrey
has
a
serious

underarm
odor
problem;
Fiona
has
a
serious
problem
with
flatulence—I

don’t
know
what
she’s
eating.
Tabitha
nods
all
throughout
my
sentences

when
I’m
speaking
to
her,
says
“Right”
after
practically
every
single
word,

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rosie

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and
even
more
annoyingly
tries
to
finish
my
sentences
for
me,
or
join
in
with

my
last
few
words.
The
really
annoying
thing
is
that
she
always
gets
it

wrong.
She
never
fully
catches
the
gist
of
what
I’m
saying,
so
I
have
to
keep

repeating
the
sentence
while
she
keeps
trying
to
guess
what
my
last
words