 How did Orison feel on the first day of her job?
Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. Orison sighed, finished her tuna salad on whole-wheat, then went back upstairs to her lonely desk and her microphone. Home in her apartment, Orison set the notes of her first day's observations in order. Orison slipped between the sheets at eleven-thirty. Orison flung the shoe and the pillow under her bed, and resolved to write Washington for permission to make her future reports by registered mail. At ten o'clock the next morning, reading page four of the current Wall Street Journal , Orison was interrupted by the click of a pair of leather heels.
 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