The Return of Office Girl

For my few readers.

I am alive and well.
Well, kinda well.

Start new job on Monday.

Girl Friday

Another Friday.

Following the break-up with ‘Him’ I began to ‘not like’ Fridays very much. It meant the weekend was almost upon us and while most of us live for this I started to find them to be lonely days. Most of my friends are married or have partners so it can be quite difficult trying to arrange something and my only real ’single’ friend works every other Saturday.

I’m afraid this is one of these weekends.

I don’t think I can face another shopping mall.
And the weather here has been so lousy you can’t even rely on a bit of sunshine to cheer you up.

Everything seems very grey.

Theme Park

Well, with not having a job it seems I have far too much time on my hands and spent most of yesterday mucking about with WordPress themes. For now I’ve settled for this one although I doubt it will last long. I like change. Forever re-arranging furniture in my flat, changing the colours on the walls - stuff like that.

I’ve changed the header image too, but because you have to crop them you tend to get only a little bit of the full glorious picture. Hence you only get to see a glimpse of my old school uniform. ‘He’ used to love me wearing this. I quite like it but I really only wore it for him. It always seemed to have the desired effect. (Maybe I did wear it for me.)
It’s hardly fair that you don’t get to see more, so just for you …

I’m becoming something of an exhibitionist, I think.

Planning on visiting a few job agencies today to see what’s available. Mind you it’s pissing cats and dogs outside and I’m writing this on my laptop in bed, so I may just stay here for a while.

See you all later

V
xxx

Wanted: Nice Man … and a new job please

Well it’s been a while since my last post and life has moved on, and me with it.

I walked out of my job last week. Thursday to be precise. Noon to absolutely specific. High noon!
Now I know this isn’t exactly the brightest thing to do when you don’t have something else to go to. You’d think a girl of my reasonable intelligence would know better.
In any case the deed is done and at the moment I’m happy with my decision.
I’ve no doubt that the ‘boss’ situation had something to do with it, but I always felt this job was a stop gap for me. I was over qualified (am over qualified) and I feel quite positive about the future. We’ll see how I feel come payday!

My last official task was to make ‘bossman’ a coffee. My university degree proved so useful for that.
My last unofficial task was to take photographs of myself doing nothing in the office other than flashing my legs. Not at all sure why I did it. At the time it felt like I was making some power statement, but it just feels stupid now.
No job, but some nice pictures.
I may devote a page to them one day.
By way of a taster…

I love the way these stockings ‘wrinkle’.
The skirt has to go. Typical work skirt that you wear two or three times a week sometimes. Decided it should go along with the job.

So ‘Officegirlvicky’ is no more.

Welcome back Veronica.

Single

Jobless

Skirtless

So I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands. Lots of time for thinking. I’ve tried to summarise where I am.

• I don’t miss my boyfriend
• I do miss the companionship
• I don’t want to see my ex-boss again (that was stupidest thing I have ever done)
• I don’t miss that job
• I need a new job
• I like wine
• I like sex
• I miss sex
• I want a nice man
• I want a nice man who makes me laugh
• I want a nice man who brings me flowers on UN-special occasions
• I want a nice man who will cuddle me while we watch a DVD on a Saturday night
• I want a nice man who cooks
• And I would quite like a nice man who knows where my clitoris is!

Now ideally these nice men would be one single nice man, but I suspect he doesn’t exist. Well not on this planet. Oh, and it would be really cool if he had money. Just enough to be extremely comfortable.
Not asking for much, huh?

Well if you fit the bill, email me for an application form.

xxx

Reflections

It’s been a reflective weekend.

Went back to work on Monday to ‘face the music’ so to speak. Had a brief but frank chat with my boss about the dirty deed. Told him it was a one-off, that I was feeling vulnerable and that I didn’t think it was prudent for a family man to try to continue it any way. He said he agreed and I think that’s the end of it. I have to admit that I did enjoy the sex bit, but maybe that’s because I was in control.

Had quite a nice weekend. Spent most of Saturday with my girl friend in several pubs drinking lots of wine and  generally getting pissed. Went back to my flat and drank some more and we both crashed out on the sofa.
Sunday was a bit of a lost day (like New Years Day can be) and I can’t remember doing much other that watching the Spain v Germany game.

Talking of reflections, I had a look at my waxing job in the mirror last night. I thought you were supposed to stay smooth for longer than two and a half weeks. See the picture below. Sorry boys (and girls?) but I had to crop it.

Seems to be growing in kinda fast, although I have a fairly heavy growth down there. Bit of waste of money although it did feel really good for the first few days. Who knows, maybe I’ll go for the exact opposite looknow, just for a change.

Anyway, as I was looking in the mirror I thought, ‘My rabbit would probably like that’.

Retail Therapy Always Works

Didn’t go to work today.
Couldn’t go to work today.

Did a lot of thinking last night and in the wee small hours.

I’m not going to pursue this ‘affair’.
It was a one night stand and that’s all it was.
DECISION MADE.

Went shopping today. Beats the hell out of work. Retail therapy always helps.
Got some nice things.
Two skirts
Three strappy tops
New sandals
And some nice undies.

I’m a lingerie addict. Got much more than I need but I just can’t help myself. If only a nice single guy would come along what a fashion show he could get.
Maybe the new guy in Sales?
Perhaps I should look further afield.
You know what they say about your own back yard.

Look who’s talking!

Bye
Have a nice weekend (looks like another wet one)
Love
Veronica

Guilty

Almost midnight.
I can’t sleep.

What have I done?

My Resistance Was Low (And So Was His)

Very early rise this morning as we had to be back in Glasgow for 10.
It was a very quiet and tense journey.
Let me explain.

I did a bad thing last night.
A VERY BAD THING!

I’m back at my desk and it’s confession time.
Boy is it confession time!

If you’ve been reading my rants you will know that my boss and I had to do an afterwork off-site thingy with our sister company down south.
Usually happens at some half-way point between our two offices.
This meant an overnight stay at a rather nice hotel just off the M6 near the Lake District.
We had left work early to get there for about 5 o’clock and we finished the meeting just after eight.
There were six of us in total and we had a great meal and a couple of glasses of wine and we all talked for a while. By half past nine I was feeling rather tired (probably still recovering from Corfu) so I made my apologies and headed along to my room. I flopped onto the bed and I must have dozed off. I was awakened by a knock on my door. I had no idea what time it was but as it turned out I’d been asleep for only twenty minutes or so.
It was my boss.
‘You left your briefcase in the restaurant’
I said thanks.
And then he hit me for six.
‘You looked beautiful tonight’
I didn’t say thanks this time. I didn’t feel beautiful anyway.
He asked how I was, how I’d been since ‘He’ left.

I asked him in and we spoke for over an hour.
I talked.
He listened.
And all the while I could smell his sweat.
Manly sweat.
Almost sweet.
At half past eleven he said he should get to his room, as we had an early start.

I can still hear the next words I said.

‘Don’t go.’

His boyish eyes looked into mine and at that moment I knew I wanted him. More than I’d wanted a man ever before.
Now the Pinot Grigio could have been partly to blame for this strange lust I was feeling. In any case I blurted it out again.

‘Don’t go.’
‘Stay’

And he did.

His arms were around me when I woke up.
Guiltily, we made love again and it felt so good.
Like he belonged inside me.

When things like this happen, it’s only a matter of time before reality kicks in.
I know what I’ve done and I’m not sure what I’m feeling.
Most of me thinks I’ve been a bad girl.
I know I instigated it.
Then again he could have said ‘NO’, but he didn’t.

I’ve fucked my boss.
Bad enough.

I’ve fucked a married man.
Worse.

I’ve fucked a married man with two kids.
GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY!

And I can see him in the next office.
And I think I want more.

Back To The Grind For Bunny Girl

I have to go away tonight on an overnight business trip with my boss.
He sprung this on me last night.
And even though he is kind of cute it’s the last thing I need.
All I want to do just now is be at home, curl up in bed and play with my rabbit, if I feel the need.

As it is, here I am at work, in a business suit, black tights and shoes, dressed for the part.
Must be a sexy look because the new guy in Sales actually spoke to me this morning. It’s taken him three weeks to work up the courage I think.
(He’s kind of cute too!)

Anyway boss and I are off just after lunch, I think.
Nice trip down the M74 and M6. What joy!

At least I’ll get dinner and a couple of drinks out of it.

I’ve packed the rabbit in case I feel lonely.

Hot Hot Hot

Phew, it was hot.
I mean hot.
Over 90 degrees every day.
Loved every minute, despite being a single girl in a strange land.
Last weekend before I went I treated myself to six new bikinis. Not expensive ones - I just wanted a different one for each day by the pool.
Had a full leg wax too and got my other ‘bit’ done too.
ALL OF IT!
God it was painful!
Unless you’ve had it done you might not ‘get’ what I’m about to say, but there’s something very liberating about having no hair ‘down there’. Strange, sexy, smooth.

Corfu was great!
The Greeks are so, so friendly.
Arillas is a lovely spot. A small, quiet and relaxing resort which was just what I was needing.

Thanks to Linda and Kate from England for allowing me to join them in the evenings for a meal and drinks. Lots of drinks I seem to remember!
Apologies to Steven for not letting you get into my panties.
If by some chance you are reading this - I WAS VERY TEMPTED! Sorry!
And in hindsight, I wish I had.

Now I’m back at work.
Glasgow seems so dull, almost depressing after Corfu.
It’s as if someone has turned the brightness down, like you do on your TV.

I wish I was back in the sun.

I want to live by the sea.

Somebody rescue me.