I hate it when people assume that I'm that same as the IT department. I've gotten to the point where I volunteer just enough to not seem like a jerk and then send them off to IT. I may hate doubling as IT less after this particular encounter.
The office where I work has an odd shape. The building is a series of interlocking "L" shapes. The offices have doors, but generally the place is wide open as desks are just around the corner from each other. There are very few of us that are actually in direct line of site with each other. The exception to this is where my desk is located. I am at the hub of all the "L"s and when I lean back in my chair and look to the right I see directly into the operations manager's office. Most people tell me I have a terrible desk location as so many people walk past the front of my desk on the way to the other half of the office. I don't mind at all, because Tina the operations manager is hot. Standing about five foot two she has long, wavy light brown hair and a very cute nose. She's also a very tight package. She routinely carries her yoga mat and other work out gear in and out of the office on various gym days. Her dress pants and skirts sometimes show off toned, smooth, beautiful legs and a very firm ass, but she is usually covered up well. She always dresses very professionally and never even gets into the neighborhood of dressing to show off. Conservative seems to be her watch word.
She has a couple of dresses that I love. The other day she was wearing one of them. The dress has a forest green pattern around the neck line and the ends of the short sleeves. The black body of the dress drops straight down to a forest green pattern around the hem that flares out ever so slightly. It's also one of the shortest dresses I see her wear to work. It stops an inch or two above her knee. This day she was wearing her black high heel shoes and no pantyhose or stockings. The summer heat had done it's work and I was thrilled.
"Son of a bitch!"
I leaned back in my chair to see Tina standing with arms crossed glaring daggers at her computer.
"Uh... everything OK over there?" I was a bit surprised to hear her swearing out loud at her machine like that.
"Well, no. This computer is crapping out on me. The IT department says I should unhook my tower and plug in the one from Danny's old desk. I'll have to log in to my profile and reset all kinds of things. This is not what I wanted to be doing this late in the day." She moved to the side where her computer was stashed under her desk as she said all this and began to squat down.
"Hey, why don't you let me help you with that?" I loved to see her ass in that pose, but it just didn't feel right. I could volunteer to be IT again.
"I can do this on my own you know." She turned her irritated glare over a shoulder at me.
"Yes, I am well aware that you are capable... but I'm not the one wearing a dress." I stood up and walked into her office.
