Let's earn that minimum wage!

All right, that's the spirit!

You arrive at the security office, dressed in uniform. You couldn't help but laugh the first time you saw it: A short red skirt, white blouse, red hooded shawl that ties at the neck, long white socks, and black ballet flats. It's a bit ridiculous that you still have to wear it even though the chances of anyone seeing you working this shift are zero to none.

You pause, glancing around the room. It's rather sparse in here. There's one computer monitor-- apparently for viewing all of the different cameras one at a time. A fan sits on the end of the desk pushed up against the wall. There is only the one door and no windows except the slit of one in the door itself. A relatively comfortable-looking chair rests near to the desk. The guard on shift before you must have not thought to push it in beneath the desk. Not that it bothers you much.

Taking a few steps in, you discover that it is sweltering in the security office. You adjust the way the shawl rests on your shoulders. It would probably be much more comfortable if you just took it off. There's even a coat hook by the door.