I applied at local businesses and shops, even a café or two. I was certain that I would get a job in the café as they were run by two middle aged women who weren’t really eye candy, for the regulars. They were only oldish men who went in, and we all know how they are around young women. They try to hide the fact that they are a bit excited about it, but we all know they check the woman out when her back is turned. I wasn’t really into old men, I just thought I might be able to spice the place up a bit.
The phone rang on the Saturday, I was sure I would hear the warm, jolly voice of one of the women from the café’s. Instead I heard a very stern, manly voice telling me that I had got the job at a local newspaper. I put in for that as a bit of a joke, as I thought just leaving school would make them laugh. Journalism had always been one of my interests and I was pretty excited that I would begin my life as an adult working in the field. I couldn’t say thank you enough to the man before he hung up the phone.
Immediately I jumped off my bed, getting a face full of my blonde hair, and ran downstairs to break the good news to my parents. They just looked up and said well done, like the miserable old farts they were, before going back to what they were doing beforehand.
I enjoyed the weekend with my friends then began to prepare myself for my first day of work on Monday. I wasn’t that well paid been an intern after all, but my pay was satisfactory been higher than part time work at a grocery store. Monday just didn’t want to come fast enough though. Days seemed to take years to roll by, but finally it was Monday morning. I was literally more excited about work than I was when my parents told me we were going to Disney World when I was younger.
I walked to the office block as it was a nice summer morning with a nice refreshing breeze. When I had reached what now would be my work place for a couple of weeks, wearing a nice flowery summer dress and a pair of leggings, I was nervous about every little thing. Is my dress a bit too much, but this was just normal clothing to me, I didn’t really have any office wear other than my school uniform which had the school crest sewed on. I quickly reassured myself that everything will be fine, put on a brave face and walked in.
As I walked into the office, I seemed to get mixed vibes from the staff. The women scowled at me as though to say “Why is a slut like you interested in working here?” but then again the men seemed to be far more welcoming with their facial expressions. Fortunately the tension was cut by Mr. Rogers, the boss, greeting me. He explained my duties and roles at the company, which weren’t that exciting, just helping the people in the office with their work loads, like photocopying.
I thought this task would be a piece of cake, but I had never used the machine before. I started helping the men, as the women were far more intimidating and rude. I guess they didn’t like the thought of a pretty, young, blonde girl walking around the office, been eye candy for the men. I tried not to let this throw me off, but it was difficult as I’m one of those people who wants everyone to like them. Their scowls seemed to get far more intimidating as I helped the men, like I was proving their theory right. I was helping men because I secretly wanted their cock, which wasn’t the case at all, they were just friendlier.
It was a tense couple of hours, but it had finally reached lunch. I just wanted to get out of there to cool off. I walked to the Subway which was my favourite fast food joint, primarily because it was a lot healthier than the greasy burgers they sold at burger bars.
I managed to beat the massive swarm of college students into the place, and ordered my usual of a Spicy Italian on Honey Oat bread before making my way back to the office, sandwich in hand. As I walked in I saw James still sat at his desk.
He just looked at me, then the sandwich and chuckled. “Pretty big sandwich don’t you think?”
“I usually eat half then leave the rest for later,” I responded. I sat down and began to unwrap the sandwich to eat. I was about halfway through it when he asked me to help him with something on his computer.
I dropped the sandwich and shuffled over to him, as I did he sharply said, “Nevermind.” A bit frustrated by this I shuffled back to where I was sitting, again he bothered me, “Georgia, do you know how to work the photocopier? You looked to be struggling this morning.” Knowing that I did have a problem working the machine, I just nodded to him.