"Doooooonnnnnnaaaaa!" I roar.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

"Come here!"

Her voice floats through my open door, "I'm busy, Josh."

"So am I. Get in here!" When she doesn't appear, I scream, "NOW!"

"Maybe I'd respond faster if you used the intercom instead of yelling at me," she grumbles as she wanders into my office.

"You took your time because I yelled at you?"

"I was BUSY!"

"What's so important you can keep me waiting?" I demand.

She rolls her eyes, "Waiting for twenty seconds, Josh? You need patience."

"I need you to do your job."

"I do more than my job and it's lunchtime," she waves a half eaten sandwich at me. "You couldn't let me sit in peace for five minutes?"

"The country doesn't stop for your tuna fish on rye," I whine. "This is important."

"It's not tuna fish, it's roast beef and pickle. And we've been in this place for two days. There's nothing that could be so important already." She perches on the edge of my desk and takes a bite of her sandwich.

My jaw drops and I stare at her incredulously. "There's nothing... Donna, do you even UNDERSTAND what we're doing here?"

She chews and swallows then gives me a calm smile. "No. Why don't you tell me for the five hundredth time?"

"Was that sarcasm?"

"I would think you'd recognize sarcasm without the need to ask."

"You know, I have a list for people like you."

"So I've heard," she smiles again. "But I'm the only one who knows where it's filed... like everything else. So if you need anything you'll also need to be nice to me."

"You're off my list," I exclaim hastily. "Will you help me now?"

"With what?" she pops the last corner of the sandwich into her mouth and brushes the crumbs off her lap.

I gesture to the computer in front of me. "It's broken."

She leans over and reads the big red error message on the screen. "Computer failure?"

"Well obviously there's been a failure of some kind!" I grump. "You don't get bright red flashing things if there isn't something WRONG!"

"There's no need to yell at me," she says coolly. "What exactly did you do to it?"

"What makes you think I did anything to it?"

She gives me a look. "Because your technological skills suck, Josh. I'm amazed you managed to get where you are today with your complete lack of knowledge."

"Why do I need to learn? Fix it!"

"What makes you think I can fix it?"

"Because that's what you do."

"That's my job is it?" She glares at me, "As the assistant I'm required to solve all your problems?"

"Yes!"

"You don't pay me enough for that," she mutters. "Get out of the way." I relinquish my chair and, when she sits down, I stand behind her and rest my hands on her shoulders, watching her fingers fly over the keyboard. The computer beeps twice; the error message disappears and is replaced by the email I had been typing when the whole thing had a meltdown.

"Done."

"What'd you do?"

She looks up at me and smiles, "I fixed it."

"Yeah, but tell me how," I plead, giving her shoulders a little rub. "So I don't bother you again."

"It's too complicated for you, Josh. Next time you have a problem, I'll fix it."

"And the time after that?"

"Yeah. It's my job." She pulls away from me and stands up. "Anything else?"

"No. Thanks for helping me."

She pauses on her way out of my office and smiles, "It's what I do."