It was decided that perhaps Rosey wasn’t cut out for the car business. She quite enjoyed working in her father’s Mercedes dealership, but somehow she never quite got it. Plus of course, being a somewhat attractive young lady, she always proved something of a distraction to the male staff! And the problem was, that to her the boundary between work and play was a notion she failed to understand!
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She did try her best. Unfortunately she was easily distracted, particularly when she was supposed to be working on the computer. Chatting on FaceBook was far more fun than extracting last week’s sales analysis figures.
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Occasionally the salesmen would let her lose on a potential purchaser. They considered it to be something of a spectator sport. Rosey used to get in such a muddle with the model numbers, and all the features. What she could never quite understand was why customers simply didn’t base their purchasing decision on colour alone!
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Rosey adores kids. Let’s face it, she’s still one herself despite being in her late twenties. So when a vacancy arose for a teaching assistant at the local primary school, she just had to go for it. Fortunately Mummy was on the board of governors and able to pull strings!
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For the first time in her life she has a job which she adores. Her main task is to help the teacher, assist the kids in their various tasks and generally help to maintain order. Problem is though, she sometimes forgets that she’s there to work and suddenly she becomes eight years old again! She far prefers sitting on the mat to perching on a chair, and likes nothing more than flicking paint at the children or pulling funny faces when teachers back is turned! The other day she even raised her hand when she wanted to go to the toilet!
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As for the staff room, she feels it is somehow out of bounds and spends every break in the playground skipping and chasing around..For the time being she seems settled, although her approach to the task is somewhat unorthodox!
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And of course, she’s the most popular child in the school
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