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I went in to work with my Dad on Wednesday. I sat up front, and talked to him about this latest development with Shirley. I didn't say anything about Ellen's suicide attempt, just that she was upset about some personal things, and that Shirley wanted me to take her out on a few dates to try and cheer her up. I tried explaining how it really bothered me about Shirley being willing to lend me to Ellen like that.
"Kenny, women think differently than men do. You shouldn't make assumptions that you know what they mean when they say or do things. To Shirley, this might seem perfectly reasonable. All she is thinking about is helping her friend."
"I'm her friend too, and it wouldn't help me. I would never loan her to a friend of mine." My father was trying his best, but I really wished that Uncle Bunny was still around to listen to my side of things, and then tell me what some of my options were. I had relied on him for things like this. I finally stopped talking about my problem and sat quietly, reading over the list that Dad had handed me earlier. Item number one surprised me.
It was all printed in capital letters: FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR SHIRLEY, SOMEONE TO BE YOUR NEW ASSISTANT. I looked over at my father. "You want me to hire someone else to work with me?"
"Kenny, if you learning to delegate was the real primary reason for hiring Shirley, then, yes, it makes sense to replace her with another assistant. If you simply wanted to have your girlfriend close to you for the summer, then, no, you don't really need a new assistant."
"I'll find someone today. There's this girl over in accounting that just started there. Maybe I'll ask her if she'd like to transfer over to be my assistant. It will only be for a couple of months, then she can go back to accounting."
"Don't step on anyone's toes. Go to her supervisor first, and ask her if it would be okay. Tell her it would only be for the summer. I don't want anything disrupted for this. We can go outside and hire someone temporarily, if necessary.
I was up in my office by eight o'clock. I called down to Edith to let her know that I was heading down to the loading docks for awhile, just in case anyone needed to get in touch with me.
Cee Cee was already making changes in how order tickets were being pulled. Instead of having each ticket pulled by a single picker, she had broken the ticket down into three or four smaller parts. Once the order was pulled and assembled, two of the pickers went over it to make sure everything was correct. Cee Cee was making her own specialists for the bulk of the order pulling.
My first thought was it would be slower and less efficient this way, but then I saw how quickly the different parts of the ticket were being picked and brought over to be assembled as an order. There was less wasted motion, and I could see that having two people checking that the order was correct would help to cut down on mistakes. Cee Cee took me over to where she had started assembling finished orders for later loading. Someone had painted numbers in ten foot by ten foot squares. The numbers corresponded to the delivery truck numbers, and all the loaders had to do was find out which truck was in the loading bay and then go over and take the pulled orders from the assembly point. The loaders then handled the loading, while each order being loaded was being rechecked by one of the two people who had worked on the order ticket at the original picker assembly point. I asked Cee Cee why she had made some people only loaders, and others only pickers. Before, everyone had been a picker/loader.
"Some people are good workers, like that Steve boy you fired, but they can't be good pickers, 'cause they aren't careful. Some of the pickers are good at picking, but they aren't very good at loading. The ones I use for checking and loading, they are good at both. It didn't make sense to me to not put people to work doing what they do best. In a couple weeks, after we weed out the ones that can't do nothing good, this department will be running a lot better. Right now, I'm seeing more ways to cut down on mistakes. I have my people signing off on the picking ticket and the loading ticket now. We'll be able to tell pretty quick if mistakes are being made."
"What about that trouble you said might happen?"
"I haven't let anybody go yet, but I'm fixing to fire two people right now. I was waiting for you to get here before I did it. See those two sitting in the break room there? They been in there for half an hour already. I can't get any work out of them anyway, so I don't see where firing them is going to slow my line down at all. I want to let them go, and call in two people I know I can use right away."
"Its your call Cee Cee. You didn't need to wait for me to be here to do what you think is best."
"One of the people I'm replacing these two with is my son. I know he can do the job, and he sure needs to get some work too. I promise you that he'll be one of the best workers we have down here."
"How about the other one?"
"Don't know him that good, but he has a lot of good experience operating a forklift. We got two forklifts that nobody's using now, and about five hundred pallets sitting out in the back, going to waste. I want to start moving orders from the staging area over there, to the trucks by using forklifts and pallets. Now, we keep everything on the picking carts. When the loading starts, we always run out of picking carts, and have people standing around waiting for carts to get free so they can get back to pulling new order tickets. It really slows up the picking when we had to do it like that. I'm going to have pickers take the carts to the staging area, then use the loaders pull the orders off the carts and onto the pallets. Loaders don't have much to do early now, not until the delivery vans get back and need to be loaded. This would keep them busy, and make sure we don't run out of picking carts."
"I don't see how that speeds things up, but you know more about it than I ever will. You want to fire them right now?"
"I wanted to fire them the minute you told me I was the new supervisor. You want to watch me do it?"
"Have you ever fired someone before?"
"My two husbands. Fired both of them." Cee Cee laughed. Her laugh was a deep rumble inside her throat. I could see that she was looking forward to firing those two men. I smiled at her and watched as she made her way over to the break room. She didn't pause or hesitate in any way. I stayed about three strides behind her. She went right in and stood by the table the two men were sitting at. Both were drinking Cokes and smoking cigarettes. The looked at her when she stood by them, but then they went right back to their conversation, ignoring her.
"Did either of you plan on doing any work today, or are you going to stay on break until you clock out for the day?" One of the men looked up at her and spoke.
"We just now sat down here. We'll get back to work when our break is over."
"Thats a lie. You two been in here for more than forty minutes. I've been watching you the whole time."
"Prove it!" This was from the other man. He was a sandy haired picker that I had spoken with several times, usually when he was in talking to Roy in the supervisor's office. His name was Danny.
"Don't have to prove nothing. Both of you are fired. You need to clock out and bring me your time cards." Cee Cee still didn't appear like any of this was fazing her in the slightest.
"Who says we're fired? I don't see no supervisor here. I told you we just got started on our break. Leave us alone until we're back on the clock again." This was from the first man who'd spoken. He was younger than Danny was, perhaps twenty one or two years old. From the tone of his voice, he didn't respect Cee Cee at all, or recognize her authority over him. Cee Cee smiled then and walked back out of the break room and went over to the time clock. I saw her searching through the time cards, finally reaching in to remove their two cards from their filing area. I watched her as she carefully placed them in the clock, stamping the time of check out on them. She came over and handed both cards to me.
"I'm going to go over and call my son and that other man. You can run these up to wherever they need to go so that they close the books on those two. I'll have both their asses out of here by the time you get back."
"Cee Cee, get a couple of the loaders to stand by just in case those two give you some trouble."
"Shit! Those boys in there aren't going to give Cee Cee no trouble. When I fired my husbands, I dragged their asses out of my house and told them they better not come back. They didn't neither. Those boys start something with me, they'll wish they never was born. You go do what I told you, boy. You let Cee Cee worry about getting those two out of here. I'm looking forward to it."
I did what she told me, not without a lot of doubts and worry, but when I got back from personnel, the two men were nowhere to be seen, and Cee Cee was over talking to a group of about five order pickers. She didn't look concerned or upset, and she didn't look like she'd been having any trouble at all. I left the loading area, going back up to my office.
When I got there, I looked through the connecting door, which was open, and saw that Ellen was sitting at Shirley's desk. She looked very nervous when I first saw her. I went over to the open doorway.
"Hello, Ellen. How are you feeling?"
"Are you going to say anything about what Shirley told you happened over at her house? To my mom I mean."
"No. It isn't something that I need to get involved in. It didn't happen here at work. I hope you're feeling better. That was not the smartest thing you ever did. I hate to think of how your mom would have taken it if you had succeeded."
"I know. I've thought of that too. I don't think she could take it if I did it, not after Bernice and all. I did it mostly on impulse, because of what that damn Earl pulled. You know the funny part? She didn't get that upset when he dumped her. She told me she liked the attention he was paying her, but that she already knew that Earl wasn't someone that would end up being special to her. I didn't come here to talk about me or my mom though. Why are you being so mean to Shirley? Just because she missed a couple days of work? Now she's all upset and crying worse than I was. She really loves you, Kenny, and you haven't treated her very nice."
I didn't know what Shirley had told Ellen, so I wasn't really sure how to respond.
"What did your mom say about you missing two days of work?"
"Just that I won't get paid, and that she was disappointed in me. What else could she say? She's not really my boss, you are."
"She better be your boss, Ellen. If I was your direct supervisor, I might have been a lot stronger in what I told you than she apparently was. You have a big future with this company, but not if you continue doing stupid things, or if you can't be relied on. You need to come to work when you're supposed to. I think this time we can say these were two sick days though. Is there anything else?"
"Who are you going to get to replace Shirley, as your assistant?"
"I think I'll use this new girl in accounting, why?"
"I wanted you to give Shirley's job to me. She said I should ask you. I could go back to the order desk when you go back to school, and mom says she doesn't really need me right now, if you want me to work with you."
I don't think that would be a good idea. I don't want to leave the order desk short handed. In spite of what your mom told you, she really does need you down there. I wonder why Shirley seems so determined to throw the two of us together, Ellen. Have you two talked about that?" I saw Ellen blushing. I had been pretty sure that Shirley had to have discussed her idea with Ellen before she proposed it to me. "I didn't like some of the things that Shirley wanted me to do. That's why we're fighting. I love her, Ellen, and I don't have any desire to risk what we have by dating someone else."
"She told me what you said. She told me that if we worked together, it was almost like what she had asked you to do, but without the kissing, or any of the other stuff."
"You're asking me to go against my own beliefs, to do something I'm not comfortable doing. I want you to be happy, and to feel better about your life, Ellen, but not by having me be your pretend boyfriend. Shirley was only thinking about you, and what might make you feel better. She never thought about how this might change what she and I had together. Just telling me what she wanted ended up hurting our relationship. She put your friendship ahead of what I thought we had together. That hurt me."
"I told her you wouldn't go for it, but I don't see why I can't take over Shirley's job. She told me to tell you that she wanted you to hire me for it, and to tell you that she thought I'd do a better job than she could. I would do a good job too. You know how good I am on the phones, Kenny. Let me try her job for a week, and you can send me back to the order desk if I don't do a really good job here."
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“Hi, lazy bums, get up, you will be late for work,” my dad shook me up, kissed me on the cheeks and left. I yawned and struggled to open my eyes, and all drowsiness vanished in a second. I stared at my exposed boob. Did it come out from my nighty when I tossed and turned, or did my dad remove a few hooks and pulled the tit out? I stared at the bite and scratch marks on my tit and nipple and groaned. “My God, dad must have seen all this,” I thought as I slipped it back inside the nighty. I...
IncestI live in a small country town in rural Australia. I think it is a beautiful area as it is nestled in a National Park so I am surrounded by the wonders of nature. It is a peaceful place, tourist buses stop here a couple of times a week and there always seems to be a few holidaymakers in the caravan park all year round. But this all changes around Christmas. For several weeks every summer my small town explodes into a hive of tourism. The caravan park is booked out, usually many months in...
VoyeurPam and Ethan's sexploits continue.... part 12(part 2 of Ethan doing Casey)“Okay,” she giggled. She was glowing. Her body radiated sensuality. Her eyelids were closed sleepily over her eyes and her lazy smile showed the pleasure she was feeling. She found that if she moved herself up and down she could make his cock slide in and out. The faster she moved, the better it felt. The higher she raised herself before she came back down, the more intense the sensations. She put her hands on his chest...
Author's note: The version of the song being used for this story's purpose is not the long-standing version sung by Frank Sinatra among others. It is a slightly more modern doo-wop version done by many groups- the particular arrangement is by the Five Discs, and the song, if you are interested in hearing it, can be found on YouTube. Hurry Up! Hurry Up! Let's Fall In Love Hurry Up! Hurry Up! Let's Fall In Love Let's Fall In Love, Why Shouldn't we fall in love? Our Hearts Are...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Never try to do it in real live! "Hey," Natalie inquired as she got up, "does anyone want some soda?" Almost immediately Kim and Mark chimed in, "Yeah, mom." "Okay then, I'll be right back," she said as she started for the kitchen. Tammy ran toward Natalie. Grabbing her arm caused Natalie to stop abruptly and she was grazed on her thigh by the girl's prickly bush. "Do you have any ginger ale?" Tammy asked as she put her arm around Natalie's waist....
IncestI went into the hall bathroom and removed my t-shirt and shorts. The insides of my shorts were coated with sticky white cum. My dick was hanging limp down my leg but was still tingling from my orgasm. I turned on the shower and got in letting the hot water cascade down my body. I lathered up my entire body paying particular attention to my dick. After about five minutes, I got out of the shower, dried off and returned to my mom’s room. This time when I entered her room I was completely...
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Petite teen Molly Mae keeps her slender body fit and fuckable by going to the gym. Her short shorts ride up for some serious camel toe and her tank top lets her big all naturals create a perfect eyeful of cleavage. She has just completed her workout routine when she is joined by her gym partner and friend with sprinkles, Logan Long. Logan is quick to whip out his stiffie so Molly can get her fill of something just as energetic but way hotter than a good workout. Opening her mouth wide, Molly...
xmoviesforyouRachel sat in the public house beer garden, a glass of white wine in reach as she enjoyed the first of the summer sun, her red hair grown out and down over her shoulders, the jade-green eyes behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and soft red lips which matched her hair in tone. Dressed in a black and white striped V-neck and tight jeans finished with a pair of faded Converse low-tops, she looked at the man sat across from her and smiled. He smiled back as he raised his beer; from there, he...
CheatingWhen people meet Charlie Black for the first time they often have three initial thoughts: He was handsome, he was smart, and he was as much of a virgin as Mother Theresa. It wasn’t his fault. He just didn’t understand women, or people in general for that matter. That may had been the reason he became an psychology student in the local university. So to understand why people were the way they were. He was pretty good at it. He was actually the best of his class, even though he was still in his...
Mind ControlThe week flew. Kathy was a smart girl, who had always done well in school, and she knew that her short exposure to Mr. Tracey didn't mean she should act any different toward him at school. Nor did he treat her any different. But there was an easy comfortable feeling between them that she had never experienced before. She still tingled when she saw him, but now she felt like she was ALLOWED to tingle, somehow, that her daydreams of him were OK. After all, he'd seen parts of her that no other...
"Shit! You mean she was that way with all of you?" I asked shocked. "I thought to you guys she'd at least be a lot more civil. Laughing the elder nodded his head then he got serious, "How many more levels have you gone up?" The elder asked him. "As of today I have raised seven and a half, I might have enough to piss him off that's about it, I might even get him to feel it." I told him with all seriousness. "Seven and a half? Crap son I can only think of one, no two...
A doctor finally bed’s his receptionist and gets her teenage daughter as a bonus.“Well, Jackie, that was my last patient. Why don’t you go ahead and lock up? I still have paperwork to do.”“Do you have a few minutes, Doctor Bill? I need to speak to you.”“Of course. Come to my office after you lock the door.”“Thanks.”I’ve never described Jackie to my readers. She is a lovely thirty-six-year-old with short curly blonde hair, sensuous lips, and bedroom eyes. She has been my receptionist ever since...
After calling my friend and setting up a meet, I had some time to kill. I sat there and thought about the recent past to see if I could come up with some explanation that would have clued me in on what was going on with my wife. From what I had seen the previous night, things were not as I had believed them to be. I had been happy and I had always looked forward to getting home to Becky after a week on the road. I normally went on the road two weeks a month. Had this thing with numb nuts...
Chapter 1Maybe things will be better here, she thought.Kylie King jumped down from her father's ute and immediately regretted it. The sun was fierce here. The short scraggly plants and red earth seemed to have surrendered to its oppressive gaze. While speeding down the empty highways (read as long straight dirt roads) the breeze had kept her cool. Kylie felt like a wilting flower in the heat. It had to be almost 40 degrees. Already she had been forced to continually anoint herself with...