Traduction Aidez Moi Le Plus Vite Possible!

[noma1]

bonjour pouvez vous me faire un résumé de ce texte:Thank God it’s Friday !

Thank God it's Friday!

Linda hears we’re looking for a typist so she comes to my office to talk. She’s bright, young, attractive and she knows how to type. She wants the job desperately, she says, so she can pay her part of the rent for the apartement she shares with a roommate. I don’t ask about the roommate.

Linda seems like what we need so I tell her to show up Monday morning at 9 A.M.

Monday morning at 9 :22, Linda waltzes in. The bus was late, she says.

First Linda puts her pocketbook down on the desk. She notices the IBM Selectric typewriter she’s going to use and complains that it’s an old model wich she may not be able to work on.

Next she asks Jane where the ladies’room is. I know where it is too but she doesn’t ask me.

Ten minutes later she reappears with a fresh makeup job. She wants to make a good impression on me, I guess.

« It’s it okay if I go down to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee ? » she asks.

I had asumed that by quarter of ten she’d already had breakfast but I want to be Mr Nice Guy with Linda, so I, of course, say sure.

Linda is in the cafeteria long enough to have fresh-sqeezed orange juice, pancakes and sausage and a third cup of coffee, but when she comes back she’s carrying a bag with coffee and a Danish in it. She spreads her little breakfeast out on the desk and proceeds to have it while she reads the newspaper. This is not the kind of help Jane and I had in mind.

I finally put some things on her desk that I want typed. She asks me a few questions about the material and then says is it okay if she makes a phone call first.

Mr Nice Guy says sure.

It turns out Linda is a telephone junkie. She spends more time making personal phone calls than she does drinking coffee or going to the ladies’ room, and by the end of the third day she’s getting more incoming calls than Jane, Bob Forte, the editor, and I put together.

On Friday of the first week, Linda calls in at 11 A.M and says she’s going to be a little late because she has a dental appointment she forgot to tell me about. All the temporary secretaries I’ve ever had have an awful lot of dental work done and their buses are later than anyone else’s.

Merci d'avance.