"Oooh sorry, close, but no cigar, Jim. So it's another TIE, folks," said the announcer, too cheerily.
"IDIOT!" Sue thumped her fists on the desk so hard the keyboard bounced, the monitor waggled, the teevee picture fuzzed, and her co-workers immediately left and right of her cubicle stopped chattering into their phones.
None of that mattered. Sue felt a vein throbbing behind her eyes. "SIMPLE, JIM? BRAIN BIGGER THAN MOST PLANETS AND YOU CAN'T GET RIGHT ONE DUMB QUESTION ABOUT EARTH MOVIE TRIVIA?"
"Sue." It was Carl, behind her.
Carl, department sub-supervisor. "Watching teevee on the job. That's strike two. Sue."
Sue shoved her chair back, away from the desk, the folders she hadn't any interest in, the monitor waggling. The show had gone to commercial. An impossible blonde ecstatic over yogurt without any calories at all.
Carl was wearing a sweater vest one shade greener than the vest he wore yesterday. It matched his bulging eyes. It was almost certainly a marker for his amphibian DNA. Sue shook the thought away.
She grabbed her bag. "Bathroom break, Carl."
She grabbed the packet of double-A batteries from the desk drawer. She met Carl's stare. "WHAT, Carl?"
His eyes bulged slightly wider. "I don't wanna know."
Sue hurried from the cubicle past him, past the other cubicles, to the ladies room, to the first available stall. She locked the small door behind her, sat on the odd seat, rummaged through the bag for the thing she most needed this moment.
She found it, closed her hand around it. She raised it, gleaming under the buzzing overhead light.
She twisted it apart, inserted two batteries, reassembled the device, raised it to her mouth. "Now, listen to me, Jim..."