As the director of company security, it is Gracie’s job to keep me alert to any threats that she feels might undermine the integrity of our office. Most of the time it is a false alarm – birds chirping, dogs barking outside and the occasional office visitor usually illicit a fairly strong reaction and vicious bark from my #1 homegirl.
It is a very taxing job and the pay isn’t all that great (mostly Milkbones which are administered in varying degrees of frequency). For a few (brief) hours today, Gracie had an intern in the office.
When Sherlock arrived after lunch, Gracie gave him a crash course in how to keep the manager (me) posted on threats. Once confident that he had grasped this concept, she settled in for some downtime.
(Nope. No threats up here. Just paperwork. I wonder if it needs to be shredded?)
Soon, it became apparent, that the whole intern thing wasn’t going to work out. Sherlock was way more interested in playing and getting his belly rubbed.
His mind was also blown by the copying machine. Everything from the sounds it made to the fact that paper came out of it was just mind boggling.
Gracie was so unimpressed by Sherlock as her intern that she recommended that he just leave the office and head back home. It was a nice 2.5 hour experiment, but, I think that we might need to wait and try again once he matures a little bit.
