Loud and announcing, I walk in 30 minutes later than the scheduled shift time. Then, the twister that I am, I plonk myself on a swivel chair loudly and start on how the guard leched at me while I was parking the car. Oh, and I'll also let you know how I wasn't allowed to park the car in my favorite spot because I didn't spare a glance for the parking attendant.
Fifteen minutes later, I realize I need to start work. Laptop needs to be connected. But hell, the plug socket needs to go in that slot beneath the desk. No problemo! Let me bend down in a manner that will allow you a visual treat of my assets that lie beneath my low waist jeans that perpetually rides down. The panty is its companion in that journey down under. Oh, and why don't you check out my northern lights spilling out of the veil of shame. "ooh, I'm so forgetful. I forgot to wear my bra. teehee!"
Tap, tap, tap.
"The fucker of this machine won't start. I'm getting so irritated now. I need a smokey."
"Guysssssssss, anyone for a smokey???" (please note I only fag with guys. No girls allowed.)
~fag break~
"Ladiezzzzzz, check out my new shoes. I bought them for *just* $200 at a sale. Oh, and this parfum is oh-so-wonderful. Guess how much. Only $550. My dear hubby bought it for me."
~Spray, Spray~
"Oh damn, my hubby is away in Noland for a meeting. I soooooooooooooo miss him."
"Let me shed some tears."
~Two seconds. Check.~
Touch-up time.
"Is my lipgloss in place? Am I looking too pouty? I have a meeting with my oh-so-delectable supervisor in 10 minutes."
"What??? Not pouty enough? Damn!"
"OK, here I go, guysssss. Wish me luck."
-To be continued after I return from the 'meeting.'
