 How did Orison feel on the first day of her job?
The First Vice-President was a cool cat—the elevator and the money operators all wore earmuffs—was just as phony as a three-dollar bill! [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1961. I The First Vice-President of the William Howard Taft National Bank and Trust Company, the gentleman to whom Miss Orison McCall was applying for a job, was not at all the public picture of a banker. "I gotta say, chick, these references of yours really swing," said the Vice-President, Mr. Wanji. Mr. Wanji returned to Orison her letters of reference. "I was making one-twenty a week in my last position," Miss McCall said. "You're worth more'n that, just to jazz up the decor," Mr. Wanji said. "What you say we pass you a cee-and-a-half a week. "One each, a Franklin and a Grant," he explained further. "Sister, you gonna work in a bank, you gotta know who's picture's on the paper. "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. Mr. Wanji grabbed Orison's right hand and shook it with athletic vigor. "You just now joined up with our herd. The uniformed operator nodded to Mr. Wanji, bowed slightly to Orison. "Lift us to five, Mac," Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison, "You can make the Taft Bank scene anywhere between the street floor and floor five. "Yes, sir," Orison said. The elevator opened on five to a tiny office, just large enough to hold a single desk and two chairs. Beside them was a double-decked "In" and "Out" basket. "Here's where you'll do your nine-to-five, honey," Mr. Wanji said.
 confused about her job duties
 confused about her job duties  frustrated with the other women that worked there  excited about such a large raise  in love with the quirkiness of the employees