She sits slumped in her cubicle, fingers flying over the office keyboard,
working hard. On her third game of Tetris. Her short dark blonde hair with its
crooked part is pulled back loosely with a scrunchie, and her pale blue eyes
focus intently on the monitor. At thirty-two years old, she has never been
married, nor has she been in a serious relationship. In times past, she would
have been called an old maid, but we call her Trixie.
Trixie wears no makeup to conceal the rosacea across her cheeks and short pert
nose, giving the false impression that she may have a secret drinking problem.
False because she enjoys being in control of her surroundings too much to hand
that control over to strong drink.
Trixie is compact, curvy and not very tall, but is comfortable with her lack of
height. She dresses to please herself. I recognize that blouse—she’s worn it
many times during the past five years. Fashion means nothing to her, comfort is
But she rules the office. Well, at any rate, she has the entire staff convinced
she could run the place by herself. It would be a dictatorship, however. And
depending on whether you were in her good graces, it could even be a benevolent
one. She’s practiced the laugh. You’ve even heard it: “Ah…ha..ha…I’ll get you my
pretty! And your little dog,too!” See my goose bumps?
Trixie prides herself on always being caught up on her work, and knows company
policy almost by memory. Her skills of observation are amazing, honed to
perfection from her early days as a newspaper reporter. It is rumored that she
will apply for the position of supervisor within the next few months. If she is
promoted, there could be a coincidental mass exodus of employees.
She drives a minivan. Not unusual, right? Except remember that she has no
children of her own—but her sister has seven, including some adopted, which
Trixie is helping to raise. Because Trixie lives with her sister and family, she
is relied on as a babysitter/chauffeur/nanny, and gleefully exults in the level
of need demonstrated for her presence. She has become a pack master for Boy
Scouts, which takes up several hours of her time and energy each week. She helps
with homework, orders chores to be done, makes lists upon lists in her quest to
be in charge and schedules every moment of vacations. Her involvement with her
family gives her a constant source of validation for her chosen state of
singleness. She appears secure in her position, knowing that she would never be
asked to leave because she provides so many invaluable services. She has made
Suddenly Trixie laughs. All is right with the world. Her neighbors in nearby
cubicles laugh with her. Her laughter ends with a snort, which becomes the
source of further hilarity. She is mistress of all she surveys; proven by her
competency at winning yet another game of Tetris.