A job at last!
On leaving College, I thought the world was at my feet. Five years on and aged 25, I couldn't have been more wrong. Work was scarce apart from a few bits of low paid temp work.
My family had moved two hundred miles away. I could have moved with them but I wanted to stay at the College and around where I had grown up. Plus there were fewer work opportunities where my family had moved to than where I was. At last though I had an interview for a proper job at the local bank, all confirmed through the employment agency.
On the day of the interview, I made myself as smart as possible and even cleaned my black shoes and got to the bank nice and early.
Stepping inside I felt the cold air conditioning and that sent a shiver through me. Hope that isn't an omen I thought to myself.
I went to the side counter as instructed and advised the lady on that counter I was here for an interview. She gave me a funny look as she picked up the phone to call and advise a Miss Smith I was here.
Sitting, waiting for this Miss Smith, I looked around the bank. All the staff were attractive young ladies. Just as I was thinking about the target rich environment at staff parties Miss Smith came towards me.
My heart sank and sank further and even further. It was the super bitch from school Alison Smith. She wasn't wearing the same blue uniform as the other staff, she was wearing a grey trouser suit.
"Ah, Bobby, I thought it was your CV." She sneered. "Follow me!"
As I followed her to the back, I started to remember all the hell she used to give everyone at school. Leaving many, including boys in tears.
"Take this seat will you Bobby."
For the next half hour, Alison 'Bitch of all bitches' Smith tore my CV apart, dismissing everything I had achieved and all I had done. Her aim was to make me feel one inch tall and it was working as I just wanted to get out of there.
I don't even remember most of the questions she asked, it was all a terrible haze, but soon I was back outside away from that over cold air conditioning, thinking 'back to the drawing board'.
Two days later I got a call from the agency saying I had got the job. I was confused as hell but accepted anyway. I was late with my rent and was just waiting for the letter to tell me to get out. Maybe I could last a few weeks and at last get a proper salary. Going through the details with them of salary and start date, they also needed my measurements for the uniform that would arrive two days before my start date.
The package arrived as expected and I quickly took it into my flat to check it out. It was a big box! Opening it up, inside were two blue jackets which I hung up. A shoe box to the right, but I carried on going through the clothes. A pair of blue matching trousers, great. I hung those up with the jackets.
Then I stopped in shock! Before me were one, no two skirts. Both in blue. Hanging those up, I didn't know what to think. I opened the shoe box and inside was a pair of ladies black court shoes with a slight heel. Going further into the box and out came three shirts. Well actually they were blouses made of a very soft light blue chiffon material. Digging further still, in bags at the bottom were five pairs of official white knickers, two white bras and five pairs of opaque tights. As I surveyed what was around me, I was numb. At the bottom of the box was a staff manual, but I took no notice of it.
Just then I spotted a little box in a corner. Opening it, inside was a gold coloured metal name tag with "Bobbie Jarvis, Counter Assistant" on it.
I thought quickly and phoned the bank to let them know of the mistake. I was put through to 'Super Bitch'. On telling her of what had arrived she just laughed and then said..
"If you want the job, you HAVE to wear the uniform! See you Monday, 8:30 sharp!"
The cow knew I couldn't turn the job down.
Once I had calmed down, I took stock of the situation and my eyes went to the trousers hanging up. Let's try those on and a jacket. Maybe I can wash the trousers overnight and wear them all week.
The trousers were definitely ladies, with a flat front, no pockets and a side zip. They did fit perfectly though, apart from the natural male bulge at the front. Trying on a blouse it was of a silky soft material and buttoned up, the wrong way, up to a revere collar neck. The material was slightly see through and I could see my nipples. The jacket fitted perfectly as well, but the silky lining of the jacket against the blouse, they sort of slid oddly. Next I thought I would try on the shoes.
Once I had slipped my feet in, I looked in the mirror. I appraised the outfit as, male if given a cursory glance, female if looked at properly. I gulped and decided to do it! I had to do it and sort the rent out and other bills. I hoped I wouldn't regret it.
Monday morning came and I washed and scrubbed myself. Even at 25, I still had almost no form of facial or body hair and didn't need to shave.
