What am I doing here? Every day I wake up, shower, dress in my office clothes, eat an awful breakfast I pick up on the way to the office, and grind out data reports on the company’s accounts. Where did I go wrong; I went to college, got my MBA. Then the company decides using me as an accountant, something about ‘no management positions currently open’. Until yesterday there was a Management Position open, ‘Executive Accounts Manager’ my old boss’s title. The only solace of the situation is the company had enough understanding that they may need HR to break the news to me. I thought was an obvious candidate, I know the position, all the major accounts, and I may have less seniority than some of my co-workers, but the job required an MBA and I was the only one in the department that had one. Once again the life ‘went in another direction’.
Nobody is telling me about the new boss, they are supposed to start tomorrow. Days like this I really miss my days back at University; when I could have my vice. Everybody has a vice. My coworker Richard is in his late 50’s old school, secretly homophobic, hates change and views liberals as the source of all evil; his vice Scotch. Karen, Michelle, and Stuart they are have weekend get-togethers where they pass a bong around; Charles is secretly gay and visits multiple bars each night. Funny thing about an MBA is that it is meant to teach an individual how to run a business, what they don’t teach, is that people are the company; so I decided to minor in Psychology, to learn how to program people into doing what I need them to do. Back to topic; my vice is a little more problematic, I enjoy being a woman’s submissive pet.
Being a submissive is very freeing; it has always allowed me to temporarily release the burdens of consequence and responsibility. In subspace all that I am; is a vessel to serve others, none of my pride, vanity, and/or emotional baggage to stop me from enjoying the moment. Tomorrow doesn’t seem to exist there is only the now and her needs; just thinking of it makes me miss my ex-girlfriend. Liz started off as my girlfriend then became my Mistress. We met in the freshman dorms; she had black hair, pale green eyes, around 5’2”, and at most a B cup. When we met she was really skinny, I was sure she had an eating disorder. Turned out she was there with a Gymnastics scholarship and a vegetarian. What she saw in a 280lbs slob was beyond me.
“Bob!” I look up to see Karen leaning to me, how long has she been there. I might want to speak up before she asks.
“Are you okay?” Too late.
“I’m fine. Just a little daydreaming.” That doesn’t seem to be enough for her. She still has a worried look on her face. I have to plan an exit I don’t feel like talk to her right now.
“We all a little worried about you since they announced someone from outside the company is filling Sarah’s position. The rest of us know you took it hard.” This kind of attention is not helping; I think I would have preferred the old days, where people didn’t have to share their feelings and were allowed to just hold it all in till they stroked out.
“I’ll be fine; I don’t know about the new hire to feel anything real, about this.” Still a worried look. Karen will not let this go. Not surprising she shows the same dedication to her clients.
“You know if you-" Enough of this.
“Can we talk about this later I need to use the restroom.” Deep worry and now sorrow. Great I hurt her feelings, I better not get a visit from HR about that or the feelings to burn this building to ground might come back. My old boss, Sarah Blankenship was the root cause of many of those feelings; she did everything in her power to belittle me and my degree. Unlike her and her daddy I couldn’t afford an Ivy League education. I should be enjoying this kind of treatment it is not a bedroom only thing for me. The issue was her, she belittled me and tried to humiliate me just to be a bully; not because she wanted to push me or play games with me. It was all because she knew could get away with it. Sarah did that for 4 years. Then she went on a vacation and I had to get access to a few of her files for a client audit. That turned into the second best day of life, I started to look into the accounts turns out she was skimming from at least 4 clients. Took my findings to Management, kept copies and was preparing to send them straight to the clients and the Attorney General’s Office if they did nothing.
Management did something alright, let her confess to the thefts fired her and handed her over to the FBI. I was standing right at the doorway watching her being led out in cuffs. The best day was when I got to testify against her. When her attorney came at me I smiled and looked straight in the eye and proceeded to destroy him and her defense. The justice system working for the lower class for once. Sarah was sentenced to 4 years at a minimum security prison. Funny how that is; take a person’s wallet you get general population at a medium security prison, steal 2.6 million get a private cell at a low security prison. Back to topic, after sentencing the Company opened Sarah’s position for applications. I was the first to apply. I wish I knew why the company does not want me to have a senior management position.
I need to leave this stall; I have been in the bathroom too long. I hate these hands free sinks the water is either to hot or too cold. No towels, hand dryer it is, might as well go to the break-room and get some napkins not like this antique is getting the job done. Makes no sense why use touchless faucets if the rest of the bathroom is; manual pump soap, pull style paper towel dispenser, and a push button hand dryer (that does not get hot). Oh crap Rick is in the break-room, of all the people from Legal that has to come down here. I never would have thought lawyers would be so damn nosey. I hope I can get out of this conversation before office politics comes into play.
“Hey John; how you doing? I heard that the Seniors passed you up on Mrs. Blankenship’s old job.” I guess it never occurred to him that particular subject might still be sensitive. The notion that lawyers don’t have souls seems very plausible right now. Part of me wants to tell him “Fuck off” he is not worth the effort of a visit to HR.
“I’m good Rick, you know what they say, ‘Keep calm and Soldier on’ or something like that” Finally got the napkins, hands dry, need to get back to my cubicle and hope no one else bothers me. Crap a hand on my shoulder. Rick is not letting this go, turning to face him I see that he is about to chat my ear off.
“John you really shouldn’t feel that bad about not getting the position.” I give the ‘keep going and I’ll rip your tongue out’ look, nothing is stopping him from continuing. “Think about if they gave you the job it would like the company fired a woman just to give the job to the man that got her fired. That looks good for nobody.” Enough of this asshole
“Listen Rick; I’m fine. Okay? Now let me go back to my desk and let me finish my day.” There done, what? He sighed, really a sigh?
“Okay man, do what you want.” Finally he is walking away. Just need to get back to my desk. Good no one else is coming to help me. At least the day is almost done; I’ll finish this report tomorrow, I have till next week to finish it anyways.
The news feed on my workstation is not so great, gang violence at an all-time high, what would one expect? The poverty line is up so high being “well-off” is considered to unobtainable, employment down to the point the mob might need to see a résumé, and no hope for change for those not born with a silver spoon up their ass. Next headline please? New information on the Sherborn Terror Attack; finally the CDC is releasing information about the possible symptoms. I get it over 750 thousand infected, yeah heard it before; loon with bomb unleashed bioweapon, not news if it is already known. Okay here were possible symptoms, Males: lack of motivation, depression, loss of libido, and Testosterone count. Okay not exactly a super weapon, really what was the plan hope all penises become flaccid. Ah what happens to the better sex, Female: Swelling of breast, thighs, and buttocks, loss of body hair, increase in appetite and libido, and genital disfigurement? Woh did I read that right? Genital Disfigurement yep read that correctly, what do they mean by that. I hope not like ‘Blue waffle’ that image still haunts me. I’ll have to wait till I get home. Looking for photos of various vaginas is not what I want on my work computer’s search history.
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