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Darn' sight more than you realize, lemme tell you. Why, you do about half the stock-keeper's work, sides your own. Tell you what you do. You go to old Goglefogle and tell him you want a raise to twenty-five, and want it right now. Yes, by golly, thirty! You're worth that, or pretty darn' near it, but 'course old Goglefogle'll never give it to you.
But I'll do what I can for you. Come in and see me in about a week. Goo' day." Rabin, the salesman, waylaid Mr. Wrenn in the corridor. "You look kind of peeked, Wrenn. Old Goglefogle been lighting into you? Say, I ought to have told you first. I forgot it. The old rat, he's been planning to stick the knife into you all the while.
So he came to relate all those intimacies of The Job; and he was overwhelmed at the ease with which she "got onto old Goglefogle." His preparations for writing the play were elaborate. He paced Tom's room till twelve-thirty, consulting as to whether he had to plan the stage-setting; smoking cigarettes in attitudes on chair arms.
The cornices of lofty buildings glistened; the sunset shone fierily through the glass-inclosed layer-like upper floors. He wanted to be out there in the streets with the shopping crowds. Old Goglefogle didn't consider him; why should he consider the firm? As he left the Souvenir Company building after working late at taking inventory and roamed down toward Fourteenth Street, Mr.
He stood before the bars, peering in, and whenever no one else was about he murmured: "Poor fella, they won't let you go, heh? You got a worse boss 'n Goglefogle, heh? Poor old fella." He didn't at all mind the disorder and rancid smell of the cage; he had no fear of the tiger's sleek murderous power. But he was somewhat afraid of the sound of his own tremorous voice.
Goglefogle fired me. Don't care. Drink all I want. Keep young fellows from getting it! Say, go down and get me pint. Just finished up pint. Got to have one-die of thirst. Bourbon. Get " "I'll go and get you a drink, Charley just one drink, savvy? if you'll promise to get cleaned up, like I tell you, afterward." "All ri'." Mr. Wrenn hastened out with a whisky-flask, muttering, feverishly, "Gee!
He had been careful; old Goglefogle was only barking; but why should he be barked at? With his voice palpitating and his heart thudding so that he felt sick he declared: "I'm sure, sir, about that order. I looked it up. Their buyer was drunk!" It was done. And now would he be discharged? The manager was speaking: "Probably. You looked it up, eh? Um! Send me in the two order-records. Well.
As for Charley, He needed frequently to have a confidant who knew personally the tyrannous ways of the office manager, Mr. Guilfogle. Mr. Mr. Wrenn timidly hinted, "I've got some big news to tell you." But Charley interrupted, "Say, did you hear old Goglefogle light into me this morning? I won't stand for it. Say, did you hear him the old " "What was the trouble, Charley?" "Trouble?
You're a meek little baa-lamb, but you've got lots of stuff in you, old Wrennski. Oh say, by the way, could. you let me have fifty cents till Saturday? Thanks. I'll pay it back sure. By golly! you're the only man around the office that 'preciates what a double duck-lined old fiend old Goglefogle is, the old " "Aw, gee, Charley, I wish you wouldn't jump on Guilfogle so hard.
Nothing was the trouble. Except with old Goglefogle. I made one little break in my accounts. Why, if old Gogie had to keep track of seventy-'leven accounts and watch every single last movement of a fool girl that can't even run the adding-machine, why, he'd get green around the gills. He'd never do anything but make mistakes! Well, I guess the old codger must have had a bum breakfast this morning.
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