Misters, Sisters and The Sinister Workplace

by Doreen Dimitri Picozzi

I was just 16 when I was hired as a part time clerical worker at the offices of a national correspondence school. I worked in a department called “collections” where rows of desks, occupied exclusively by young men using painfully unimaginative aliases (Mr. Brian, Mr. Richards, Mr. Walters) collected delinquent monthly tuition payments from our clients, or in the case of FISL clients (students with federally insured student loans), outstanding lessons.