 Why did Orison say that she quit?
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. 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. "It's nothing," Orison said, switching off the microphone. "Reading papers and fairy-tales into this microphone is nothing any reasonably astute sixth-grader couldn't do as well," Orison said.
 She was frustrated with her visitors
 She was frustrated with her visitors  She didn't understand her job  She didn't like reading every day  Kraft was being rude to her