The Pressure is On

I have my first real task- watching the Senior VP's phone while his secretary is out to lunch. Can I handle it? Is it getting hot in here or is it just my newfound hour-long responsibility? Do I even REMEMBER how to do work? Oh, man... where's that other girl when I need her help. Oh, my stars, I'm getting the vapors. Someone get me my cola with lemon. You can put a nip of vodka in there. And dim the lights, would you? There, that's better. Oh, my creamy thigh has peeked out from beneath my skirt. I'll put that thigh away.