human
The office _isn't_ changed, she said; and when she went out at three for belated lunch, she added,
gpt
Lord! it's over for me, she thought.
human
Fifty more weeks of the job before I can get away again--a whole year. Vacation is farther from me now than ever. And the same old grind.... Let's see, I've got to get in touch with the Adine Company for Mr. Wilkins before I even do any filing in the morning--
gpt
I _mustn't_ forget to get after the Adine Company, the very first thing in the morning. And Mr. Wilkins has _got_ to get Bessie and me a waste-basket apiece. Oh, Lord! I wish Eddie Schwirtz were going to take me out for a walk to-morrow, the old darling that he is-- I'd walk _anywhere_ rather than ask Mr. Wilkins for those blame waste-baskets!