Work is getting very, boring. I am so tired of sitting there day after day listening to stupid people bitch at me about all the things that went wrong with their day. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. I work at a Help line Call Center. Sad souls call in every day, constantly, just to whine about how much their bills are, or how bad their kids are, or how the car broke down and they had to walk 2 blocks. Or, in some RARE cases, how something really is wrong and they really do need someone to help them feel better about it. Either way, it is boring once the calls stop coming in and all you do is sit and wait for the clock to say it's time to go.
It was Friday night, about 8:30p.m. and everyone else had left earlier than scheduled. I was closing with Brandon, one of the few guys that worked at the Help Center. Brandon doesn't know it, but I had a slight crush on him. He is pretty cute, and funny, and just the right amount of dork. He's got that laid back thing going for him. He sat a couple rows away from me, so he couldn't see me as I sat there, thinking about him and gently rubbing at my nipples through my shirt. I couldn't concentrate on 'Bob' my current phone call. He was talking about something totally off the wall and he was hard to understand, I think he was on drugs. Maybe that's why he is having problems with his job and his wife and his car payments. Hmm. Brandon's voice sounds so sexy. I felt myself getting a little bit wet at the thoughts I was having of him...and what he was doing to me in them. The clock was moving a little bit faster now, it was about 8:55, and I got 'Bob' to start wrapping it up, telling him I'll call tomorrow to check back on him and make sure he's doing okay, and see if there was any thing else I could do to help. He seemed to like that. I heard Brandon tell his person that he was going to do the same, and we got off the phones. As I was turning off my computer and straightening my desk, I heard him walking towards me. I turned to look at him and smiled.
"Hey you," I said to him, looking him in the eyes and smiling.
"Ready to get this place cleaned up and ready for Monday?" he asked me.
"Sure thing, lets get the conference room first! I heard they had some sort of meeting today, and left us some food."
"Sound's good to me, I didn't take a lunch today." He said, and we started off towards the conference room.
I looked at him as he walked, watching the way his body moved. It was gorgeous.
We finally reached the conference room, and I told him to sit down, that I was going to prepare our meal.
"What do you like Brandon? It looks like there's a lot of fruit here, and some Caesar salad, and hmm...spaghetti!"
"Well I guess that's what I'll be having then." He said.
I brought him a big plate of spaghetti, and some salad with a piece of French bread. I took some fruit and a salad. I would eat spaghetti later if I still felt hungry.
"Do you like it? I think it's from Italian Cafeteria. They have good food. Maybe you and I could go sometime," I said to him, looking for any hint that he was interested in me.
"I love it, I love anything Italian. Italian food, Italian music, Italian women," he replied, looking at me and smiling.
