I want some hands on training
I have been stuck in training for the last couple days but it certainly was not as bad as my last training session – pretty much due solely to one of the trainers that came here from interstate.
Holy shit – she was so fucking gorgeous.
According to Sir Not Appearing In This Film (who did a lot of interstate travel to meet with these two in helping to set up the new system we were being trained in) she has a 22 year old daughter which would have to make her at least 40 say but my god she does not look it.
Sitting there thinking about what it would feel like to have her naked body rubbing up against mine was infinitely better than listening to the other hard nosed bitch giving the training.
But the guys I work with – for fuck's sake. Granted they are older than me and either in, or headed full steam ahead for, mid life crises but still – they are fucking pathetic. It was like being back in high school again.
Any excuse to call her over to ask her something. Making little smart arse comments meant to impress every opportunity – even inappropriate ones.
Even one guy who I would not have expected this from stooped to this new level of stupidity. He is very quiet and down to earth and one of the few non-morons I work with and his wife is so hot despite two kids – and she is an Alice Cooper fan as well! But I digress….
Even he was lapping after her.
Don’t get me wrong – I would have jumped her in the middle of the training room if I thought she would be in for it but take a look at the conduct…
There was one other, apart from me that approached this matter of determining if while interstate she would be open minded enough to cheat on her spouse, with some decorum.
We simply have a chat.
We ask where she is staying, how she is liking our city, has she been here before, how long she has been with the organisation, blah blah – all simple, back and forth small talk until we get to whether or not she has any plans for her remaining couple of days/nights here. We mention some things worth doing, like a dinner or a show or an event at X place tonight (which I had just decided that I would also be going to – if she decides to check it out naturally)
No smart arse comments. No “oh I can’t type in the number and press search. Can you do it for me?” type of bullshit.
It turns out I couldn’t convince her to get out and do something but maybe the other guy who knows how to fucking talk to a women instead of regressing back to high school and trying all that stupid shit to get noticed, had better luck.
Dipshits. I am surrounded by dipshits.
© by Tiberius Alatheus 2004