Sorry to disappoint, but the scheduled 'Anti-Bush' rant will not be broadcast as previously promised.
I bring you instead something far more interesting and sordid (well, to me at least)...
(it's a little long, but please read on).
It's official! Well, maybe not 'official'...but a fact; the Operations Manager at my work is boning one of the office ladies in the Warehouse Manager's office after hours!
I had my suspicions yesterday evening when, while doing my nightly 'close-up' rounds, I caught movement in said office, which should be empty by that time of day and, indeed, had the lights out. I thought nothing of it at first but as I got closer the Ops Manager, let's call him Chris (because that's his name), appeared in the window. He hurriedly ducked out of view as soon as he caught sight of me and then, as I got to the office, he stood at the foot of the stairs leading to it (it's raised for a better view of the warehouse floor) and told me that everything was OK up there. I wondered briefly why he was in there, but thought nothing much of it...he is the Ops Manager, after all.
I continued with my rounds, which took me out an external door nearby. I only go out there for a quick look around (a fact which Chris was apparently unaware of) as, when I came back in, I saw his back, and that of the only girl to share his workspace, heading back towards their office.
Again, I though this was a little odd, but none of my concern, until, when I walked into that same office a moment later, I recognised, through many of my own experiences, them both performing the 'Courtney' Act (which is that weird, uncomfortable awkwardness that you go through when you try to act as if you haven't just been caught in the act of something untoward!).
I resolved at that point to watch these two married (to other people) colleagues of mine.
This afternoon, after everyone had gone home, I watched from my work area as as they (alone) futzed about in their own office for a while until, within a couple of seconds of each other, they each left the room. At this point they exhibited the only piece of clever and stealthy behaviour that I can attribute to their otherwise amateurish affair, in that they left the office headed in different directions. When I noticed they had both disappeared (only a second or two later, as I was watching them pretty closely) I moved to another part of my work area; one that affords me a view of the Warehouse Manager's office, and there they were, one a few metres behind the other, heading straight for their little hideaway!
At this point I had no doubt as to what was going on and I left them to it, going about my own work (I'm a good employee, after all). But, if any shadow of a doubt had remained, it was dispelled when I walked into their native office later (a few seconds after seeing them return to it). His hair was all disheveled and the lower part of her face was a bright cherry red. I couldn't tell where the lipstick smears ended and the stubble rash began. I nearly burst out laughing at them right then and there, but, discretion got the better of me and I played my poker face.
Now...my fellow deviants...how best to use this information? I need a cunning plan if I'm to take full advantage of the offering the Fates have dropped into my lap!
Help me!
I bring you instead something far more interesting and sordid (well, to me at least)...
(it's a little long, but please read on).
It's official! Well, maybe not 'official'...but a fact; the Operations Manager at my work is boning one of the office ladies in the Warehouse Manager's office after hours!
I had my suspicions yesterday evening when, while doing my nightly 'close-up' rounds, I caught movement in said office, which should be empty by that time of day and, indeed, had the lights out. I thought nothing of it at first but as I got closer the Ops Manager, let's call him Chris (because that's his name), appeared in the window. He hurriedly ducked out of view as soon as he caught sight of me and then, as I got to the office, he stood at the foot of the stairs leading to it (it's raised for a better view of the warehouse floor) and told me that everything was OK up there. I wondered briefly why he was in there, but thought nothing much of it...he is the Ops Manager, after all.
I continued with my rounds, which took me out an external door nearby. I only go out there for a quick look around (a fact which Chris was apparently unaware of) as, when I came back in, I saw his back, and that of the only girl to share his workspace, heading back towards their office.
Again, I though this was a little odd, but none of my concern, until, when I walked into that same office a moment later, I recognised, through many of my own experiences, them both performing the 'Courtney' Act (which is that weird, uncomfortable awkwardness that you go through when you try to act as if you haven't just been caught in the act of something untoward!).
I resolved at that point to watch these two married (to other people) colleagues of mine.
This afternoon, after everyone had gone home, I watched from my work area as as they (alone) futzed about in their own office for a while until, within a couple of seconds of each other, they each left the room. At this point they exhibited the only piece of clever and stealthy behaviour that I can attribute to their otherwise amateurish affair, in that they left the office headed in different directions. When I noticed they had both disappeared (only a second or two later, as I was watching them pretty closely) I moved to another part of my work area; one that affords me a view of the Warehouse Manager's office, and there they were, one a few metres behind the other, heading straight for their little hideaway!
At this point I had no doubt as to what was going on and I left them to it, going about my own work (I'm a good employee, after all). But, if any shadow of a doubt had remained, it was dispelled when I walked into their native office later (a few seconds after seeing them return to it). His hair was all disheveled and the lower part of her face was a bright cherry red. I couldn't tell where the lipstick smears ended and the stubble rash began. I nearly burst out laughing at them right then and there, but, discretion got the better of me and I played my poker face.
Now...my fellow deviants...how best to use this information? I need a cunning plan if I'm to take full advantage of the offering the Fates have dropped into my lap!
Help me!
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Except that you want them to know you know. And that there are ways for them to make you trustworthy.
I would most definitely do some winking. Just a couple of winks at each of them, enough that they kinda freak out. And it would be AWESOME to hear that funny conversation people have when they think you know, but don't know you know... you know: "He just winked at me!" "I know, he winked at me earlier!" "Really? Do you think he knows?" "No, surely not, we're really stealthy... maybe... maybe he does know!! Shit!!" "No, he can't know. He can't know! We have to find out for sure." etc, etc. And then watch them stumble around the issue when they want to find out what you know without actually telling you.
HILARITY.
(Also, parties are fun!!