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The New Job (Semler)
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(P.S. This story is copylefted..means you can copy it, etc WITHOUT CHANGING
IT)
The New Job
(CL) Douglas Semler 1993
Well, as I said before, I am not all that great looking (although some people
beg to differ, like my current girlfriend). Anyway, Wendy and I have known
each other since we met at a party in my dorm room at the beginning of the
school year. She's actually pretty cute, and she was a friend of a friend of
my roomate's, so naturally, we were kinda stuck together at the party (alright,
you might be asking yourself how we get away with it, well, we have a corner
room facing the street on the third floor, so not only can we fit about 15
people in the room comfortably, but we can pretty much make a generous amount
of noise without attracting attention. They aren't really parties per se, but
rather social gatherings where drinks are served illegally :). Anyways, Wendy and I got to talking,d we became friends (not really close, but enough to
be more than mere acquaintances). We had seen each other only maybe three or
four times before the quarter ended (basically because my roomate didn't
really like the personality of Wendy's friend...not to metion looks (woof
woof)). This meant that we only talked, etc at frat parties in Newport Beach
a few miles from campus.
Well, In January, I saw a flyer that said:
Christmas Spending Got You Broke?
Call 555-1212
The UCI Advancement Team Needs YOU
Get Valuable Work Experience As
A Telemarketer
Well, needless to say, I was jobless, and needed the money (like the
flyer said, Xmas made me broke..:). I called the number, and found out when
the information session was going to be held. I arrived at the info session a
little early. I was a little surprised to see Wendy walk through the door
(with her friend, I swear they must've been twins separated at birth :). Well,
we got through the info session with little more than a "Hi" said to each
other. Anyway, I got the job, and didn't know how Wendy had done (hey, she's
pretty cute, and well, with my hormones the way they are, you get the picture)
I didn't see her till Thursday (we were required to work a two days for
training, and we had different days until Thursday). Anyway, during the
training session, I was quite surprised that she elected to sit next to me
rather than her best friend. Well, we got to talking (as I said, it was a
telemarketing job, and because of the number of people who were hired, we
had to wait our turn to roleplay), and she started to make some playful
advances toward me. (I thought nothing of them, they were just seemingly
playful comments from her, I mean, I thought a girl like her would have a
boyfriend). Some of the physical banter ranged from taps on the ass to
all out punches on the arm. Now I don't hit girls (not my style), and when
I asked her what she was doing, she merely smiled and said they were "pats of
affection". Well, over the next couple of weeks, we got to know each other.
This was also helped by the fact that by coincidence, whenever we worked the
same shift, we were seated next to each other (this really is coincidence, the
seats are arranged about a half hour before anybody gets to the office, so
we have no control over who sits where). We have games we play each night
as bonuses for getting a pledge of a certain amount. Well, one night we
were playing a game called categories. This meant the supervisor gave you
a category, well, I think you can figure it out. Wendy got a chance to play
the game and she got "Name three pick-up lines in 5 seconds". Well, she came
up with the standard "Haven't we met before" and "Hey babe, what's your sign".
Her next one threw all of us in the room. It was "That's a nice shirt your
wearing". When she sat back down I asked her what that meant. She said that
she hadn't been picked up very much. Well, I was thinking that that fact was
interesting (I really had to struggle to hide both my surprise and excitement)
Well, I vowed that I would get this girl at all costs. My problem is I can't
handle rejection very well, and my roomate doesn't like her. A couple weeks
ago, I saw my chance. I had asked her what she was doing for the weekend, and
she said she was going to be bored shitless. However, I got butterflies (or
cold feet..or whatever, I basically chickened out). Friday night, though,
I found my chance. My roomate pledged Phi Delta Theta this quarter, and they
were having a party. Whenever there's a party, there's a pre-party in our
room. Needless to say, I got too blasted to go to the party and had to stay
back in the room (Ok, I know this sounds corny, I mean, how could *I* miss
a party? Well, as I said, I got too drunk to go...I passed out :) Anyways,
I woke at about nine to find the room empty (and spinning). After relieving
myself (in four ways...piss, shit, puke, and cum...all in one sitting), I
found the courage to call Wendy and ask her out (oh, yeah, I had to get her
number from the work log, rather than ask her for it...that's how chicken I
am). Well, we went to a movie and had a good time, but I was surprised when
she asked me to her room. Well, one thing led to another, and bang bang,
fireworks were shooting. (I'll leave the sex to your imagination).
You thought that was the end? Well, we still work together, and see each
other on a regular basis, but how long can it last?
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