Alicia officially starts her new job

As soon as Alicia was done with her shower and her shaving, her boss handed her a fluffy white towel. A towel that she immediately confiscated as soon as Alicia was done drying herself.

"Where do we go now?" asked Alicia, feeling kinda awkward because she was used to putting on clothes right after she toweled off in the wake of her daily shower and of course, here there were no clothes for her to put on.

"To start your new job, of course," said her boss.

"So soon?" asked Alicia. "Can't I have some time to -- you know -- adjust to this?"

At that moment, she felt a quick slap on her buttocks.

"No!" exclaimed her boss.

"What was that for?" asked Alicia.

"You're deliberately malingering on company time," said her new boss. "You really think that you're the first newbie to go through this? Do you think you're special, Ms. Fuller?"

"No," said Alicia, suddenly feeling the same way she used to feel whenever her mother bawled her out for accidentally breaking a kitchen dish. "But it's only my first day. And I'm not used to this. Please. I'm not asking for much. Just a slight adjustment period."

"You'll have to learn to adjust as you go the same way that I did," said her boss.

"You mean you once had to go naked too?" asked Alicia.

"Don't look so surprised," said her boss. "I was once your age too. I was raising two daughters on my own when I first started this job. Both of them were in junior high before this company gave me permission to cover my vagina and both of them were in college by the time I had permission to cover my breasts. Some day you'll earn that right too -- if you work hard and you're lucky. Do you feel lucky, Ms. Fuller?"

"Why do you sound like a female Clint Eastwood when you say that?" asked Alicia.

Instead of answering her question, her boss simply said, "Ah, a sense of humor. You're going to need that if you're going to get anywhere in this company."

And Alicia was starting to feel quite good about herself until she saw a gray-haired old lady walk into the dressing room with a mop and bucket. She was the type of woman who seemed to be a janitor, only she wasn't wearing a janitor's uniform. In fact, she wasn't wearing anything save for rubber gloves and rubber shoes.

Alicia started to point at her but her boss simply smirked and said, "Yes, I see. Well, that woman you see -- well -- suffice to say, she wasn't lucky."