Chubby-Chasers

As a receptionist, it’s all so methodical that once the appearance of its complexity rubs off, the job is exposed as nothing more than mere routine – a systematic and unsurprising list of tasks that she comes to know like the back of her hand in a matter of about five days. As soon as her shadow shifts conclude, she sends her bank details, tax file number and superannuation forms over to the finance coordinator, an older woman by the name of Ruth, and no sooner than a week later she witnesses the beginnings of a cash-flow beginning to trickle into her bank account, a place which was previously barren as a desert. Problem is, it doesn't take long for the mundanity of the tasks to set like clay, and a sense of boredom takes gentle hold of her mind. It isn’t enough to drive her crazy, but it is just powerful enough that she needs to hold it at bay by means of some distraction or other. Quinn will often use her lunch breaks to visit the shopping complex situated across the multi-lane