At last I have a few hours to myself to try and get my
life story finished. I'd only meant to come on here and tell you about
my latest incident but to explain that I thought I'd better give you a
potted history. The pottered history has turned out to be rather long.
Any having seen mum doing the streak around the shed I thought that would be the end of my involvement with the warehouse. But no! I was at work one day and reception said that the manager who had recently become the part owner of the business with the old owner who was retired but still with us. He asked if I could come and see him regarding an important matter. He left it very cryptic. Consequently my stomach was full of butterflies.
It had been arranged for a Saturday morning. I'd asked mum what he wanted but he hadn't really said anything just that it would be a nice little earner for me if I was interested. I arrived and we went into his office. I think it was the first time I'd been in his office. Well this was a new office so I couldn't have been in it before but I'd never been in his old office either.
He came straight to the point. The accident to the young man was the first of a series of accidents. He'd tackled the situation with is usual practicality, he'd put signs up in both English and a certain foreign language. He'd gotten the local college to come in and teach English and maths paid for by the government. What he also discovered was that the foreign workers where often off due to them not accessing the local health services. This was having an effect on everyone when shifts where short of staff. He wanted me to do a few things. Firstly create a health screening programme so when he was hiring he could weed out those that might me unfit for the work, a health care training programme to get the staff to look after themselves and use the health services available, and a general well-being service to reduce stress, back issues etc.
It was agreed that I'd do one Saturday per month. It was long hours to get through everyone. It took four months including using some holiday from work to do things that was better done in the working week.
Hubby one Friday night out of the blue said that we where to be going out on the Saturday with one of his company's top clients. I pointed out I was working and he gave me his look of you will be there or I'll look like a soft wimp for not being in charge of my household.
So I arrived at the warehouse carrying my best frock, heels, and accessories with a plan to get ready in the utility block. The utility block contained a drivers lounge with comfy seats and tea/coffee with a vending machine for sandwiches and crisps and chocolate bars. It then had a staff rest room with fridge, microwaves, tables and chairs to eat at and comfy seating. It also had to changing rooms male and female.
The female changing rooms where down the full length of the corridor from the first aid room which was my little office. When you went into it it was a large rectangle with lockers running around the outside. Each locker was a cube about 2ft by 2ft by 2ft. The centre had benches to sit on. The short side away from the door had a door in the middle which led to four toilet stalls. You walked between these two on each side of you to reach two other doors which led to shower rooms.
The shower rooms where much smaller than the ones at the surgery. There was a hook to the left of the door to hang stuff. The area between the door and shower was about 2ft deep from the door and 4ft long. The shower was immediately opposite the door and was two sides of glass and two sides of tiles on the walls of the room. The glass side facing the door was fixed the other side was the door to the cubicle. Opposite this was the radiator which was I thought very convenient to keep your towel warm.
I thought about the operation of getting changed earlier in the day. Since I would be finishing before shifts changed I'd have the block to myself except if there was any drivers about but they weren't allowed passed their lounge point. So I decided that I'd hang my good clothes up in the changing room so they didn't get damp in the shower room.
End of my duties come and the block is completely empty. I go to the changing rooms and hang up my frock on the lockers nearest the door to the showers and toilets. I put my heels under it and take out my underwear and put them on the nearest bench. I took my shower gel and shampoo in to the shower room and set the shower going. realising that I'd left the towel behind I went back for it. I picked it up then quite why decided to take off my uniform bits and pieces there and put them in my bag. Well I just instinctively took off my dress and having done that I thought what the hell I'd stuff my dirty uniform and clothes in the bag so as not to be bothered by them when I was showered and dressed to kill. So I slipped off my tights and then my bra and panties. I never thought anything of it being stood there naked. I wrapped the towel around myself and packed my dirty stuff away and put the curling tongs and other bits I needed on top. I'd have to do my hair in my office no electricity in the changing rooms.
I went off in the shower and had a nice uninterrupted shower. Kids and hubbies are a pain. I finished and got out. I dried myself on the towel and then realised a problem. My hair was wet, I didn't want to dry it to well because I wanted to buff it up. So I thought okay I'll put the towel around my head and walk back to the changing rooms. No one would be present and even if one of the girls had come off shift early or arrived early no big deal.
Has I stepped into the changing rooms I noticed immediately that my underwear which should be on the bench weren't. Panic. I turned, no frock but my heels had been left. The bag had gone to. On the locker door was a note.
"Thought we'd make you feel at home" it was signed nemesis.
Well at least I had the towel. It was a bath towel not a sheet. I wish I had brought the sheet now. I was in two minds due to the space it took up in the bag. I'd went for the smaller bath towel in the end. It did the job of covering me just at both end.
I put the heels on figuring that I didn't want to stand on anything that might cut me. I head out to look for my clothes.
I figured that if they where trying to replicate the surgery scenario that my clothes would be in my office or the mess room. I walked down to my office no sign of the clothing. I went to the mess room which was empty no sign. I went to the drivers lounge and carefully looked through the glass window of the inner door no one in sight so I ventured in. No sign. About now I was panicking. It was getting on and I had a hours drive to the meeting place. I figured perhaps the male changing rooms since nemesis might reckon it would be the last place I'd think of looking which was true. I walked back the full length of the utility block and searched the changing rooms including all the toilets and showers. It was very nerve racking in just a towel. Being elsewhere in the utility room was just mildly exciting with that tinge of embarrassment you get on these situations. Being in the male locker room was scary.
No sign anywhere.
I then reasoned that she had taken them over to the shed and that's why my heels had been left. I walked to the outside door and peered out. The yard was empty and it being January just before my birthday it was flood lit. It would be cold but I had to do it. I left the utility block shivering and walked across to the shed.
I was met with cheers and whistles once the first guys caught sight of me. Then more came to investigate.
The shift foreman a young guy came across to me.
"Have you misplayed something" he asked.
"yes my mobile phone to call the police and report a thief" I said causing everyone to laugh.
"We'd thought we'd make you feel at home" one of the girls now gathering said.
"You've made me feel cold" I said.
"We can see" said the foreman looking down at my boobs which made me look to see that the towel had slipped a bit and nipple was showing. I turned away from the crowd and adjusted the towel. I turned back and asked for my clothes.
"There in your car" nemesis said.
I scowled. "My keys please or will you go and get them" Nemesis chucked me my keys.
I turned and left. Now my car was parked in the new staff parking area beyond the utility block. I re-=crossed the yard. Then walked down the side of it then at the front edge cut to the gate to the fenced yard. I noticed that my car was not where I left it. I had to walk up and down the rows to find it. It wasn't there. I was now really flapping because I was going to be late for hubby. The heels didn't help. The towel that needed constant readjustment wasn't a help either. The car park was over looked by the main road which ran between the two main towns. I had to go all the way back to the shed. On arriving more cheers and whistles and I went looking for nemesis.
"Where's my car?" I snapped.
"Oh, did we move it for you. I wonder where. Perhaps in the disabled bay so you won't have to run around in just a towel around the car park.
Bitch.
I now went for the disabled bay which was in the visitor car park at the side of the new administration block. It meant crossing across the yard short ways rather than long ways I had been doing. I got my stuff and hurried back to the changing rooms to get ready. I had to re-wet my hair. Hubby was already fit to bust a gut when I rushed in. When he saw that I wasn't my usual 100% but just 99% dressed to kill that sent him into a mood for days.
Any having seen mum doing the streak around the shed I thought that would be the end of my involvement with the warehouse. But no! I was at work one day and reception said that the manager who had recently become the part owner of the business with the old owner who was retired but still with us. He asked if I could come and see him regarding an important matter. He left it very cryptic. Consequently my stomach was full of butterflies.
It had been arranged for a Saturday morning. I'd asked mum what he wanted but he hadn't really said anything just that it would be a nice little earner for me if I was interested. I arrived and we went into his office. I think it was the first time I'd been in his office. Well this was a new office so I couldn't have been in it before but I'd never been in his old office either.
He came straight to the point. The accident to the young man was the first of a series of accidents. He'd tackled the situation with is usual practicality, he'd put signs up in both English and a certain foreign language. He'd gotten the local college to come in and teach English and maths paid for by the government. What he also discovered was that the foreign workers where often off due to them not accessing the local health services. This was having an effect on everyone when shifts where short of staff. He wanted me to do a few things. Firstly create a health screening programme so when he was hiring he could weed out those that might me unfit for the work, a health care training programme to get the staff to look after themselves and use the health services available, and a general well-being service to reduce stress, back issues etc.
It was agreed that I'd do one Saturday per month. It was long hours to get through everyone. It took four months including using some holiday from work to do things that was better done in the working week.
Hubby one Friday night out of the blue said that we where to be going out on the Saturday with one of his company's top clients. I pointed out I was working and he gave me his look of you will be there or I'll look like a soft wimp for not being in charge of my household.
So I arrived at the warehouse carrying my best frock, heels, and accessories with a plan to get ready in the utility block. The utility block contained a drivers lounge with comfy seats and tea/coffee with a vending machine for sandwiches and crisps and chocolate bars. It then had a staff rest room with fridge, microwaves, tables and chairs to eat at and comfy seating. It also had to changing rooms male and female.
The female changing rooms where down the full length of the corridor from the first aid room which was my little office. When you went into it it was a large rectangle with lockers running around the outside. Each locker was a cube about 2ft by 2ft by 2ft. The centre had benches to sit on. The short side away from the door had a door in the middle which led to four toilet stalls. You walked between these two on each side of you to reach two other doors which led to shower rooms.
The shower rooms where much smaller than the ones at the surgery. There was a hook to the left of the door to hang stuff. The area between the door and shower was about 2ft deep from the door and 4ft long. The shower was immediately opposite the door and was two sides of glass and two sides of tiles on the walls of the room. The glass side facing the door was fixed the other side was the door to the cubicle. Opposite this was the radiator which was I thought very convenient to keep your towel warm.
I thought about the operation of getting changed earlier in the day. Since I would be finishing before shifts changed I'd have the block to myself except if there was any drivers about but they weren't allowed passed their lounge point. So I decided that I'd hang my good clothes up in the changing room so they didn't get damp in the shower room.
End of my duties come and the block is completely empty. I go to the changing rooms and hang up my frock on the lockers nearest the door to the showers and toilets. I put my heels under it and take out my underwear and put them on the nearest bench. I took my shower gel and shampoo in to the shower room and set the shower going. realising that I'd left the towel behind I went back for it. I picked it up then quite why decided to take off my uniform bits and pieces there and put them in my bag. Well I just instinctively took off my dress and having done that I thought what the hell I'd stuff my dirty uniform and clothes in the bag so as not to be bothered by them when I was showered and dressed to kill. So I slipped off my tights and then my bra and panties. I never thought anything of it being stood there naked. I wrapped the towel around myself and packed my dirty stuff away and put the curling tongs and other bits I needed on top. I'd have to do my hair in my office no electricity in the changing rooms.
I went off in the shower and had a nice uninterrupted shower. Kids and hubbies are a pain. I finished and got out. I dried myself on the towel and then realised a problem. My hair was wet, I didn't want to dry it to well because I wanted to buff it up. So I thought okay I'll put the towel around my head and walk back to the changing rooms. No one would be present and even if one of the girls had come off shift early or arrived early no big deal.
Has I stepped into the changing rooms I noticed immediately that my underwear which should be on the bench weren't. Panic. I turned, no frock but my heels had been left. The bag had gone to. On the locker door was a note.
"Thought we'd make you feel at home" it was signed nemesis.
Well at least I had the towel. It was a bath towel not a sheet. I wish I had brought the sheet now. I was in two minds due to the space it took up in the bag. I'd went for the smaller bath towel in the end. It did the job of covering me just at both end.
I put the heels on figuring that I didn't want to stand on anything that might cut me. I head out to look for my clothes.
I figured that if they where trying to replicate the surgery scenario that my clothes would be in my office or the mess room. I walked down to my office no sign of the clothing. I went to the mess room which was empty no sign. I went to the drivers lounge and carefully looked through the glass window of the inner door no one in sight so I ventured in. No sign. About now I was panicking. It was getting on and I had a hours drive to the meeting place. I figured perhaps the male changing rooms since nemesis might reckon it would be the last place I'd think of looking which was true. I walked back the full length of the utility block and searched the changing rooms including all the toilets and showers. It was very nerve racking in just a towel. Being elsewhere in the utility room was just mildly exciting with that tinge of embarrassment you get on these situations. Being in the male locker room was scary.
No sign anywhere.
I then reasoned that she had taken them over to the shed and that's why my heels had been left. I walked to the outside door and peered out. The yard was empty and it being January just before my birthday it was flood lit. It would be cold but I had to do it. I left the utility block shivering and walked across to the shed.
I was met with cheers and whistles once the first guys caught sight of me. Then more came to investigate.
The shift foreman a young guy came across to me.
"Have you misplayed something" he asked.
"yes my mobile phone to call the police and report a thief" I said causing everyone to laugh.
"We'd thought we'd make you feel at home" one of the girls now gathering said.
"You've made me feel cold" I said.
"We can see" said the foreman looking down at my boobs which made me look to see that the towel had slipped a bit and nipple was showing. I turned away from the crowd and adjusted the towel. I turned back and asked for my clothes.
"There in your car" nemesis said.
I scowled. "My keys please or will you go and get them" Nemesis chucked me my keys.
I turned and left. Now my car was parked in the new staff parking area beyond the utility block. I re-=crossed the yard. Then walked down the side of it then at the front edge cut to the gate to the fenced yard. I noticed that my car was not where I left it. I had to walk up and down the rows to find it. It wasn't there. I was now really flapping because I was going to be late for hubby. The heels didn't help. The towel that needed constant readjustment wasn't a help either. The car park was over looked by the main road which ran between the two main towns. I had to go all the way back to the shed. On arriving more cheers and whistles and I went looking for nemesis.
"Where's my car?" I snapped.
"Oh, did we move it for you. I wonder where. Perhaps in the disabled bay so you won't have to run around in just a towel around the car park.
Bitch.
I now went for the disabled bay which was in the visitor car park at the side of the new administration block. It meant crossing across the yard short ways rather than long ways I had been doing. I got my stuff and hurried back to the changing rooms to get ready. I had to re-wet my hair. Hubby was already fit to bust a gut when I rushed in. When he saw that I wasn't my usual 100% but just 99% dressed to kill that sent him into a mood for days.
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