Type Mr. Blair's letter

You signed onto this job to do mindless typing. Might as well start with that.

Thankfully, you see a door labelled 'Blair' right across the hall. You walk up and knock, and you here a voice say 'Come in'.

Mr. Blair is sitting at his desk, with a large window behind him. He hangs up his phone, looks up at you and asks, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm John? Mr. Strickland's new assistant?"

"That's funny. I don't remember him mentioning a guy. I remember him telling me a girl named 'JoAnne' would help me with my e-mail, though."

Oh shit, that stupid name... "I, uh, I'm JoAnne."

Blair looks you up and down. "Oh, you're one of those. Well, I know how this works--you didn't call yourself JoAnne, now you get punished.

I was going to let you use a cubicle to type this e-mail," Blair says. "But now I think I want you using my computer." He pats his lap.

He wants you to sit on his lap? Eww!