My Sex Life: the Boss
In my last year of college I found myself busy with school and volunteer activities, so I sought a job with flexible hours. I finally found one working for Makara, he was just short of thirty and was the son of Cambodian immigrants. Despite being two inches shorter than me there was never a moment's doubt that he was the boss. He never raised his voice, usually because he didn't have a complaint with my work. He had dark hair down to his shoulders and he usually wore a t-shirt that was pulled tight by the muscles under it.
The job was mostly odd jobs when he needed help. Makara was in the midst of setting up a shop that would buy and sell various household goods, books, bedding, appliances if he saw they worked, and furniture. The shop was a combination of a place he had bought, with everything it contained, as well various odds and ends that had come to him. Given that he owned three locations that provided accounting, consulting and graphic design respectively, all fairly successful, it was a little odd that he would be starting this sort of shop. Because of this I suspected this latest venture was about getting rid of the accumulated stuff, without it costing money.
In any event, there I was on a Saturday night, after a week of complete focus on schoolwork, helping him make sense of the piles that he had vaguely sorted. He was hoping to open in about a week, but this appeared unrealistic as we had been at it for almost a month and I think we were only halfway through. When I arrived he was in the office, shaking his head, although there appeared to be a smile on the verge of crossing his face.
"Hey, Lukas. Same room tonight. In fact from now on when you come in focus on that room until you finish." He looked thoughtful for a moment before pulling out a key. "Since I'm determined to finish this in a week. The best thing would be for you to come in whenever you can and work on that room." I nodded.
"Probably a good idea with my schedule. When did you want to lock up tonight?" He checked the time.
"Hmm, just passed seven? Okay, how about two hours and then see where we're at? Maybe another hour after that." I didn't consider this for long before nodding.
"Sure. See you later." The room was as much as a disaster as I remembered. So, wasting no time I set to clearing up the room. After an hour I found the room to be a bit stuffy so I stopped for a breather and some water.
However it soon proved to still be hot, but I was determined to get as much done as possible. So I removed my t-shirt and drank some more water before returning to work. A pile of things precariously stacked began to fall. I leaped to stop it, but it crashed to the floor regardless. Sighing I leaned over a padded bench as I attempted to gather up the things that had fallen. As the part of the floor where that had fall was blocked, resting my stomach was the best way to begin gathering everything.
Now it certainly occurred to me that I should stop and clear a path through the room, but I continued to doggedly organize everything that had fallen. As I continued I shifted and I felt myself bumping into something. The next thing I knew another pile had fallen, this time on me. Fortunately it felt soft. However I found myself pinned to the bench. I tried to get free and figured I would be able to eventually, but it would take time.
