Greg's job consists of entering the figures from a large sheaf of oddly sized green papers into a spreadsheet of some kind. When he's done he compares the totals and subtotals and percentages on his screen with those on the last sheet of paper in the pile that have been calculated by someone on a different floor with the same job. If the numbers match he bands the papers with his new printout and exchanges them with Butt Rock boy for a new set. Greg hopes the next person does something different with the papers. And a lot of student loans that he is not particularly interested in repaying.
Today there's someone new where the pear-shaped receptionist usually sits.
A new girl. She doesn't even look up from her magazine when Greg walks by pretending to go to the bathroom. Her hair is shoulder length on one side, butched on the other and only a little blacker than her nail-polish and lipstick. Her face seems familiar to Greg. He realizes after a minute that she looks a bit like Captain Kirk's love interest in the Tribbles episode.