A friend once asked, if I could manifest all the money, I ever wanted what would I do with it. To be honest the first thing I thought of was quitting this stupid temp job and go to school because I really want to learn how to be a game developer and/or graphic designer. I guess that's the problem with this world though, you need money to do the things you want and you need to do some things you really don't want to get it. That's how I ended up at this office. I can't get into really much detail about this place because I don't want the things I'm about to say to lead back to my boss and get me fired and possibly in trouble, so the names of people and business have been changed. I guess I already admitted that a lot of this is true...or have I?
If you've read my previous stories you know that I'm this tomboyish, 5'3" little girl with B-cups that those that have seen me in something more form-fitting than my usual cargo shorts and hoodie, look far bigger than they are. I have a pretty nice round perky butt I gained from doing cross country in high school and hope to keep. I also have short hair, which I will never change, even if this pandemic world is making it hard to get cut, as much as I would like. It did grow a little longer for a while and I purely hated it. Anyways, let's start from the beginning. I lost my job at this cool surf retail shop because it got closed due to the outbreak and because of that, my plans to save for college got majorly derailed.
The hopes of starting college in the fall kind of got canceled, along with everything else in my life it seemed. I started writing again, trying to find ways to keep myself busy and once the world started rotating at a slower speed than it did before, I found out a job wasn't waiting for me at the surf shop.
"You are an amazing worker Maggie, but we are cutting labor and had to keep on the people that had been here longer than you out of loyalty," the manager told me when I called up the store to see if a position was waiting for me, "maybe once things start picking up, I'll give you a call."
A month later, the shop was closed, so I don't really see that happening. I had never really been worried about money before, my parents both work and make a comfortable living and to be honest, there really has never been much I've ever wanted, I'm a pretty content person. It wasn't till I figured out what I wanted for my future that it really became an issue and although my parents were totally fine with paying my ticket into college, something in me really wanted to do this myself.
Some searching online, a few online job posting websites later, I managed to get an interview with a recruitment company that found a job for me to be a secretary at a local business, we'll just say a paper company for now. This is the part where the main character says, "how bad can it possibly be?"
My mom got excited and decided to take me clothes shopping for my new job saying, "my little girl just got her first adult job, I'm so proud of you, you need some professional clothes."
The words still make me roll my eyes just thinking about it, not to mention I got this job to make money and all she wanted to do was spend it. I guess I couldn't go in wearing the same clothes I wore at my last job, so that was an exhaustive day of trying on clothes that prove how not girly I am. But that's not the stuff you want to hear, you want to know about the job and what led me to write about it. The job itself is rather boring like you'd expect and because of the state of the world, not much was really going on in that office, and from what I could see, a lot of people were let go because of the empty desks.
My role was pretty simple, answer the phones, make copies, run errands if needed, and anything else to keep the office running as smoothly as possible. After day one, I kind of realized that the hard part wouldn't be keeping up, but not letting the boredom get to me. Dealing with boredom is my one biggest weakness; you know how people keep themselves busy so they don't think about the things really bothering them? Well the thing that bothers me, is that I'm usually always aroused. I know most sane people don't admit that, but this is that kind of story and I'm that kind of person and as the boredom grows... my mind goes to some pretty dark places as the sensations in my body sync with the thoughts in my head.
The first day went by slowly, being introduced to everyone in the office and all the duties that I was responsible for. My brain felt like it was melting out of my ears at all the people that I was meeting that day, remembering names, backgrounds, and everything they had to do. I met more people on that first day of work than I met my first day at high school. On day two I felt nervous that I wouldn't be able to do it, that I wouldn't be fast enough or smart enough to keep up with the job, but I ended up just sitting around at a desk waiting for the phone to ring.
The days felt like they got slower and without having anything to really do or think about, the boredom grew, I never knew boredom could actually be painful. The only thing I could think about was the stories that I wrote, the people that read them, and the things they would say to me. No school to think about, friends that are around, nothing really going on with tv shows to watch, all the entertainment in the world to distract me was now gone. Just my dirty thoughts and feelings were left and with each passing hour grew inside of me pushing everything else out and after more hours of boring torture from this job from hell. The only thoughts left inside my head were my needs for release and the fear that whatever I may do may get me in trouble.
I never thought of doing something at work, but on my fourth day, I forgot my sunglasses on my desk and one of the salesmen let me back in because he had a key to the office.
He locked it and just told me, "don't worry about the door, it'll stay locked once you leave."
"Thank you," I responded watching the door close and went to fetch my sunglasses.
I then realized; I was in the office all alone. I looked around and being that there was really nothing of value to steal, they wouldn't really need any cameras to watch over the office space. I walked around the office, truly looking around for the first time without feeling so awkward being younger and newer than everyone else there. When I made my way all the way to the back, I felt isolated and walked into the cleaning closet thinking of some cliché porno with the secretary in the closet and the janitor walks in obviously to help, "wipe her down, plunge her pipes, and other cliché lines..." I didn't know what I possibly could be thinking but my hands started unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse one by one, exposing the boring new black bra my mother had me buy. The door was open and I could almost see into the main office area from where I was standing and could only imagine everyone in there not knowing what I was doing.
The blouse slipping from my shoulders and down onto the tile floor below me. I undid the skirt next, unfastening the clasp which was a lot easier than when I had put it on this morning and pulling the zipper down to let it meet the blouse on the floor. There I stood in my first real adult bra and my childish superman underwear that was way more comfortable than the panties my mom got me from old navy. I'm not sure what that says about me, that I prefer my little boy underwear rather than actual panties, but they are comfortable and I've had them forever.
