Doc's Place

© 2008, Michel Grover. All rights reserved.
Chapter 3 | Part 1
Monday, October 1, 1984

Walk into the employee entrance of Doc's Place just before nine. At the Personnel window upstairs, I see George Wright inside and wave. He did my intake interview a couple weeks ago.

"We've been looking forward to today," says George. "Louise is not in yet. Would you like to meet the HR staff?"

"Sure."

Personnel coordinators, a benefits manager, a benefits coordinator and an ancient clerk named Rose who has worked here almost forty years. Rose worked for Jeremiah Strain, the founder, and then for his son, Doc, who ran the place into debt with his gambling, womanizing and drinking. Rose smiles but doesn't say much—probably spies on employees to keep her job.

George asks me to stop by before I leave today so he can give me my employee ID and cards for parking and insurance. Liz has her door shut.

Louise walks in to find us chatting, so she welcomes me. "Would you like to meet some of the executives or see your office first, Jill?" she asks.

"Let's see the digs," I tell her and wave to the HR staff, feeling like the grim reaper. Sharpen up your resume, everybody, because heads are gonna roll.

"Right this way," says Louise. We walk out the Personnel door and into the executive hallway. "Frankly, I'm glad you don't mind waiting until later to meet the executives, Jill. These guys can be grumpy until they have their coffee and make sense of the weekend numbers."

"Thanks for the tip, Louise."

"This is the Marketing area and your office is with them. Looks like they're all in a meeting. Probably a teleconference with Paul, who is in Las Vegas with the rest of the executive team making a big pitch to Ferro." Louise stands near the doorway of my office, which'like everything else'has Tuscany-yellow wallpaper and tan carpeting. The furnishings have walnut veneer except for a black steel filing cabinet with a lock. A desk with a standard-issue chair faces the wall.

"This won't work," is my declaration. "Who dispenses office furniture?"

"Put the request through me," says Louise. "Anything weird?"

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Doc's Place Chat
© 2008, Michel Grover.
Chapter 3 | Part 1
Spring 2008

Mic :
In the left frame, I'm posting Doc's Place, one of my copyrighted stories. I'll post a part of a chapter, wait for a while so people may leave comments or questions and then post those I find interesting.

Maria :
Why do you assume that Rose spies on employees?

Jill :
In the early days of Nevada casinos, say in the `40s and `50s, it was common knowledge among casino workers that those close to the owner or executives spied on employees to keep the job. I learned this from a woman I attended grad school with who worked every summer as a blackjack dealer at Doc's Place. SIA couldn't confirm it but reported it as probable.

Les :
Meeting your co-workers becomes interesting when you know that half will be cut within a matter of months. Think anyone but you knows at this point?

Jill :
Layoffs, like selling the casino, are part of the hidden agenda until just before they happen. No one knows.

Alice :
So far Peter's as good as his word. He gathered the executives in Las Vegas. Is replacing your office furniture a tactic for putting Louise off balance or just setting it up the way you like?

Jill :

Both. It delivers a solid punch to her solar plexus to knock her off balance and sets the tone for my demanding manner throughout my employment.

Remember too, that I'm the only one who does what I do at Doc's Place, so no one can tell whether I know what I'm doing until I produce tangible results so I thought it best to start knocking over apple carts as soon as possible.

Amalie :
How long have you been back in Reno at this point?

Jill :
Several days and no, I have not looked up Lucy since returning. However, the casino workers in downtown Reno are a gossipy bunch as you will see. I'm pretty sure she knows by now that I'm back in town.

Maria :
You're putting the poor woman through hell for no good reason.

Jill :
No more than I do to anyone at this stage in a relationship. Besides, when I look her up, she'll just irritate me again. I'd rather wait until I need sex and then look her up.

Suze :
Jeez, ya bitch.

Jill :
As Bruce said, and then some.

Carlo :
The Last Boy Scout. I love that movie.

Lucia :
His character is an insensitive a-hole in that movie.

Carlo :
So is Jill in this situation. Pretty much that way in everyday life too.

Doug :
This is boring. When's Jill gonna kick some ass?

Mic :
Shut up, ya little twerp. I'm being subtle.

Doug :
Butt head

Raj :
Ha, that's good How was snow mouth?

Ian :
And you thought you were subtle.