Barbara

Barbara Venetti was 5'5 with a 38-28-38 hourglass figure, big dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and alway wore too much makeup. She was also loud and obnoxious. Kevin chuckled as he read through the description of Barbara's ASG diagnosis. He immediately went and tracked her down at her desk in the large area where the paralegals worked. She was typing something on her computer. "Hey, Babs," he said.

Barbara looked up at Kevin and glared. Her hair was teased up big and stiff as usual, and she wore dark red lipstick, too much blush, and grayish blue eyeshadow. "Where do you get off calling me that, ass wipe?"

"You love being called Babs. You insist on it since it's so professional."

"Oh yeah, just forgot. Now what is it. I'm busy."

"I just noticed you forgot to put on make-up today," said Kevin.

Barbara's eyes went wide. She grabbed a small oval shaped mirror off of her desk and looked at her reflection. To her, she saw she was not wearing any make-up. "What the fuck?"

"Hurry, put on make-up," said Kevin. "You don't want our bosses seeing you. You're so good at it, just rush as fast as you can and don't use a mirror. You never need a mirror when you put on make-up, and for god's sake, tease your hair up; it's so flat today! The bigger your hair, the more professional it is."

"Thanks for the heads up!" Said Barbara. She pulled a make up bag out of her purse and went about applying a new layer of make-up.

"Sure thing, Babs." Kevin went to his desk and sat and watched Barbara put a second coat of make up on over her already heavy first coat. He bit his tongue so as not to laugh out loud. After Barbara was finished, she looked like a clown then she pulled out a pick comb and desperately tried to tease up her already big hair.

Kevin formulated some more ideas to make "Babs" look and act more professional.