ABSTRACT
Except for those in my own department, the girls did not like me. They had good reasons for this. I was in the amorphous position of passing from stenography into a higher state, not quite a subordinate-· not quite an executive. I did not fit into any mental pigeonhole. The personnel of an American office is sharply divided into classes. The job defines your class, as birth might define it in England. You go to lunch with your ovvn class, you gossip with it, yotl go home on the subway with it. Any social relation with a higher caste, especially if you are a girl and the other person is a man, is suspect.
