Most eighteen year olds have summer jobs, and I am no exception. I needed to make some money to pay for a car, so I decided to begin working at a local trucking company, assisting in the warehouse. The job description in the newspaper said that they were looking for "a strong, focused worker willing to assist in various warehouse tasks". In layman's terms, I moved heavy items from trailers to the warehouse, and vice versa. I assumed it would be a normal job, with nothing particularly exciting about it. That is, until I met my boss.
I knew that my boss would be female, and that her name was Sheila. However, she was not at all what I was expecting. When I walked into her office to introduce myself on my first day, I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping. The woman who greeted me was a cute blonde in her 20's with breasts that were just large enough to be a distraction to me, and glasses that made her look both intelligent and seductive, in that secretary sort of way.
"Hi, I'm Sheila. You must be Andrew"
"That's right, present and ready for action", I replied.
"That's what I like to hear," she said, looking me up and down in a way that demonstrated she was appraising more than just my working abilities. Her eyes lingered just a bit longer on my muscled chest, which was being shown off by the tight T-shirt I was wearing.
"Let's get you back into the warehouse so you can get started."
Sheila seemed to walk closer to me than the average person normally would, so that her extremely attractive face was very near to mine as she explained some of the finer points of warehouse operation.
"You'll be with a good group of people, so I leave you in capable hands," she said with a laugh. "Just come by my office when you're done. I'd like to hear how your first day went."
I started by moving machine parts off of one trailer and storing them in the back corner of the warehouse. I did this for several hours, then took lunch at a nearby fast food restaurant. When I returned, my job was to organize large boxes of financial records on a trailer so that they could be taken to a different terminal. After this job was done, it was 4:30; time for me to get off of work after eight hours of physical labor. More importantly for me, it was time to see Sheila once more.