Chapter 5

It was Friday at three and I was sitting at my desk. Work was understandably slow as most of the special orders had gone out yesterday. I was toying with nail color alone in my office waiting for five. This morning on the train I had adjusted all my nails to my preferred length and strength with just the right curve. Now I kept encouraging the color to be more and more diverse. First I made it glossy, like it was freshly buffed, then I added a pale pink tone. After going through the tame colors I now had my nails a rich shade of brown with red undertones and golden highlights. From the way things looked now, I would never have to purchase a file or polish again.

I was alternating between reviewing the current accounts receivable and reading the Mayo Clinic's web site. It was quite informative and I had since corrected my own vision, improved my hearing and fixed my hair color to a lovely auburn shade. When asked I would laugh and blame Clairol.

Before me was a map of the brain. Since it was quite slow going I wondered if I could improve my reading speed and memory as well as possibly increase my intelligence. But seeing as how I was at work, I did not want to look like I was sleeping on the job. Nor did I want to do something damaging and end up a vegetable here in the office.