An urgent job offer flashed over her screen just as she was putting her 
stuff together. She checked the Enquiry screen; the job didn't pay 
that much, but it was of very short duration. So she accepted it. She wondered 
who was sending her urgent job offers; six years ago it had happened 
frequently, but since she'd gone into her habit of working the evening shift 
she had, in general, become just another interchangeable Western bimbo with an 
unpronounceable name.