FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina (cont.) (Part 144e)
Before I made
the announcement to the employees I took Gina aside to make sure we were
both on the same page as far as her reason(s) for leaving was
concerned. She had it all rehearsed and it fit nicely with what I was
preparing to tell Hobie. Basically, it was, for her, a promotion, more
money and closer to her home. In the back of my mind I made a note to
call the guy at her new bank that I had steered her to to make sure that should any of their
officers get together with any of ours that my involvement wasn’t
mentioned. He assured me that only he knew and it would remain that way.
The
bigger problem facing me was that I had to hire another teller. When
the plan for Gina’s leaving was hatched I had Peggy waiting as her
replacement. But Peggy was now there and in training as a replacement for Jacqui. The year end was
shaping up to be a real problem what with the specter of two inexperienced tellers and
the conversion of all the deposit data to be entered. When I told Trish
about Gina she, without waiting to be told, pulled out the applications
and immediately went to perusing it. I was a bit surprised but not
totally so. Quietly, she’d been assuming more and more of what I called
the “nuisance things” having to do with personnel. One of them was in
doing a cursory interview when someone would just walk in to fill out an
application.
The reaction from the other tellers was mixed.
Janet, the teller who worked next to Gina and who was being trained by
her, was the most upset. As I’d written before, Gina was not ‘social’
because of having to care for her daughter so never really got ‘close’
to many of her co-workers. A few made note that because she was good
with customers they’d miss her. When it came time to inform Hobie I had
mixed feelings. Originally, before he made the comment to me about Lorie
possibly not being right for the Chief Clerk job, I’d planed on letting
him know that she was leaving because of him and how he’d treated her.
But now... I didn’t know. I didn’t want to wait too long where he’d hear the news from someone else so when he got up from his desk to go get coffee I
sort of mumbled to him that she was leaving as he passed by. He stopped
and turned to look at me with a puzzled look. I remember him saying but
one word... Gina? I nodded affirmatively and then looked over at the
phone as if I had to make an important call. The next thing I knew he
was sitting in the side chair.
I gave him my prepared spiel. He
didn’t stay for long and went straight to Gina’s window. This was sort
of surprising because it had been my observation that since Gina was
hired he’d gone out of his way to avoid going there. I made a point of
watching their exchange of words and he stayed for almost five minutes. I
couldn’t imagine what he’d have to say after avoiding her all this
time. When he continued on to the coffee break room I went to ask Gina what
he’d said. I swear she was doing everything in her power to keep from
laughing when she said that he wanted to know if her decision to leave
was final or was there any chance to change her mind. Gina was well
aware of his resistance to her right from when she was hired right through
to when I’d proposed her for the new position. I didn’t want to make a
scene and told her I’d catch up with her later. She nodded with a smile.
I had a decision to make before then and that was should I tell her of
his somewhat change of heart or not. By lunchtime I decided that I
wouldn’t mention it even though it guaranteed that I’d be going into the
conversion without one of the most qualified employees I had. Once I
made the decision I was confident that it was the best one. I waited
until she was about to leave for the day because I didn’t want it to
take too long. All I asked was if she had any doubts about the move and
when she gave me her very short and emphatic answer of “No” I knew the
matter was over and it was time to move on.
The next morning
there was an application for teller waiting on my desk. Trish had gone
through the folder and found one she thought was worth interviewing.
There was a note attached telling me she’d be in around 11am. The girl’s
name was Alice and she was from a well established local family. I was
impressed with her right from the time she opened her mouth. She wasn’t
especially pretty but when she smiled she was definitely cute. My only
concern was that she’d started college in September but had returned
home. When queried about it she explained that she’d been homesick so I
let it pass. I told her she was hired and would start the following
Monday. As she walked through the gate to leave I began to worry about
who would be the one to train her.
Things slowed down the
following week and Gina was able to get back to the name and address
project and training the rest of our remaining tellers on the new teller
machines. The only one who had a problem was the very one I’d expected
it to be... Letitia, the head teller (in name only). True to form, she
resisted change. I’ve sung Gina’s praises before but where she really
earned kudos was in her handling of Letitia. If she’d told Gina once
that she’d never “get it” she told her a dozen times, But Gina never
gave up spending twice as much time with her as she did with any of the
others. Gina was even able to spend time with Peggy and the other new
teller, Alice, before her last day. I didn’t hover over the project but
watched from a distance with Bret being the one to work with Gina when
she needed direction. That, of course, pleased him.
I’d had
thoughts of having one last meeting with Gina before she left but hadn’t
done anything to make it a reality. Even now I don’t know why. Her last
official day was December 1st and as it approached I was struggling
with Peggy and how slow she’d been to absorb the nuances of teller work.
Alice, on the other hand, had grasped the basics quite well. Gina
hadn’t gotten as far with getting the name and addresses entered as
she’d hoped through no fault of her own and had come to ask me if she
could just do data entry on her last two days. I admired her resolve but
made a decision to have her spend that time with Peggy and on helping
her on being comfortable as a teller. When I was telling her this she
interrupted me to ask if there was a possibility for us to talk one last
time before she was gone. I wasn’t prepared for her to be the one to
bring it up but I didn’t take long to answer affirmatively. The
question, at least for me, was when and where.
To be continued...
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Friday, July 08, 2016
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina (Cont.) (Part 144d
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina (cont.) (Part 144d)
I’d glanced up at the clock when Gina had let out her little cry and it wasn’t yet 4pm. I’d noticed that there was a dress laying over the back of the work chairs and, to ease my latest embarrassment, I asked about it. She said she was meeting some friends for dinner and wouldn’t have time to go home to change. In looking at the dress I’d also noticed that it wasn’t like anything I’d seen her wear at work. Most of her clothes were skirts in shades of grays and blues with a few khakis thrown in. This dress was kind of an ivory color with a flower print. I made a comment noting that this dress seemed ‘out of character’ for her. She laughed her easy laugh and told me that I didn’t really know the ‘inner’ Gina. She was right.
At that point I thought I was home free from her teasing and when she asked if I could do her a favor I jumped at it. I remember her hesitating a bit before going on. She said she’d forgotten a slip and was a little concerned about how sheer the material of the dress was. She wanted me to be honest and to tell her if I could “see too much” after she put it on. And, she was serious. I nodded that I would and watched her start to head for the ladies bathroom. I told her to save time and use the one by Hobie’s and my desks. She didn’t hesitate for a second and walked right past me. As she did I was hoping that it would be too sheer just to see what she’d do then.
It took her less that a minute to drop the Farmer Johns, strip off her top and reappear with the dress on. It was a bit of a revelation to see her wearing something light in color... and she looked good in it. With her facing me I couldn’t tell that she wasn’t wearing a slip. However, when she turned and the sun, still streaming through the windows behind her, it was almost like she didn’t have a dress on at all. I was honest and I told her she needed a slip. She made a bit of a face but before she could say anything I suggested getting one next door at W.T.Grant’s. She didn’t respond immediately so I said it was the simplest solution. Grant’s was cheap and was right there. I asked what time she was to met her friends and when she said 5pm I told her it was her only option other than the clothes she’d worn to work. She laughed... and said she’d do it.
I honestly didn’t have an ulterior motive when I offered to go buy the slip for her. I remember the look on her face when I did. Without any embarrassment at all I told her I bought almost all my wife’s lingerie. Again, her exact words are long gone but it was definitely in the vein of “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I told her I wasn’t but I needed her to tell me what size and what length the slip was to be. She gave the details to me and wanted to give me money but I told her time was fleeting and headed for the back door. I was back in less than 10 minutes. When I handed it to her she made another comment but this one I do remember... “You are one of a kind!”. I was embarrassed once again.
I fully expected her to go back into the bathroom to put the slip on. To get a full slip on the woman has to be, basically, undressed. I watched her reach for the door and then stop. She took a couple of steps and then turned around to look at me and reached down and grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up over her head. I don’t think I took a breath for over a minute. As she was doing this she paid no attention to me at all. It was as if she were in her bedroom and getting dressed by herself. She took very little time and when she smoothed the hem of the dress out she walked over to the place she’d been where the sun was behind her. The first and only word she spoke was “Well?”(120)
I won’t say I was entirely honest when I told her she’d be fine. I could still see her silhouette but felt that by the time she was due to meet her friends the sun would be almost down. She thanked me and told me she’d pay me the next day. She grabbed her work clothes and we headed for the door. I could’ve gone out with her but decided to stay for a few minutes to recap what I’d just witnessed. Walking back to my desk I realized that I’d missed the opportunity to chat with Gina about me being “a panty man” that she’d suggested. The bit with the dress and slip had taken ‘front and center’ and I wondered if I’d ever get another chance.
The week was a strange one in that there were two days the bank would be closed... Election day and Veterans Day. I had thought about approaching Gina to see if she might be willing to work on that day as well. Thankfully, she declined. Because of the two holidays the lobby traffic remained busy which cut into the one on one training I wanted Gina to get done. By the time we left to go home on Thursday only Cara and Janet were proficient. I’d put off asking Gina just when she would be leaving for her new job as I was getting concerned that she wouldn’t have all the tellers trained by the time she left. I hated the thought of asking her but over that weekend I knew I had to and had to do it soon.
The next Monday, as expected, was very, very busy and Gina was forced to work her teller window the whole day. There was no opportunity to take her aside to ask the dreaded question. The only chance I got to speak to her at all was to tell her who would be her next ‘trainee’ and that was as she was leaving for the day. The next morning I found an envelope, hand addressed, on my chair. It was a formal letter of resignation from Gina, nicely worded with thanks for all the bank had done to help her and her daughter. There were no words that even hinted of negativism on her part and I was truly impressed. Her last day was to be December 1st which was just over two weeks away. Now I had the job to let everyone know she’d be leaving and I wasn’t looking forward to that, especially Hobie who’s attitude towards her seemed to have changed.
To be continued...
I’d glanced up at the clock when Gina had let out her little cry and it wasn’t yet 4pm. I’d noticed that there was a dress laying over the back of the work chairs and, to ease my latest embarrassment, I asked about it. She said she was meeting some friends for dinner and wouldn’t have time to go home to change. In looking at the dress I’d also noticed that it wasn’t like anything I’d seen her wear at work. Most of her clothes were skirts in shades of grays and blues with a few khakis thrown in. This dress was kind of an ivory color with a flower print. I made a comment noting that this dress seemed ‘out of character’ for her. She laughed her easy laugh and told me that I didn’t really know the ‘inner’ Gina. She was right.
At that point I thought I was home free from her teasing and when she asked if I could do her a favor I jumped at it. I remember her hesitating a bit before going on. She said she’d forgotten a slip and was a little concerned about how sheer the material of the dress was. She wanted me to be honest and to tell her if I could “see too much” after she put it on. And, she was serious. I nodded that I would and watched her start to head for the ladies bathroom. I told her to save time and use the one by Hobie’s and my desks. She didn’t hesitate for a second and walked right past me. As she did I was hoping that it would be too sheer just to see what she’d do then.
It took her less that a minute to drop the Farmer Johns, strip off her top and reappear with the dress on. It was a bit of a revelation to see her wearing something light in color... and she looked good in it. With her facing me I couldn’t tell that she wasn’t wearing a slip. However, when she turned and the sun, still streaming through the windows behind her, it was almost like she didn’t have a dress on at all. I was honest and I told her she needed a slip. She made a bit of a face but before she could say anything I suggested getting one next door at W.T.Grant’s. She didn’t respond immediately so I said it was the simplest solution. Grant’s was cheap and was right there. I asked what time she was to met her friends and when she said 5pm I told her it was her only option other than the clothes she’d worn to work. She laughed... and said she’d do it.
I honestly didn’t have an ulterior motive when I offered to go buy the slip for her. I remember the look on her face when I did. Without any embarrassment at all I told her I bought almost all my wife’s lingerie. Again, her exact words are long gone but it was definitely in the vein of “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I told her I wasn’t but I needed her to tell me what size and what length the slip was to be. She gave the details to me and wanted to give me money but I told her time was fleeting and headed for the back door. I was back in less than 10 minutes. When I handed it to her she made another comment but this one I do remember... “You are one of a kind!”. I was embarrassed once again.
I fully expected her to go back into the bathroom to put the slip on. To get a full slip on the woman has to be, basically, undressed. I watched her reach for the door and then stop. She took a couple of steps and then turned around to look at me and reached down and grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up over her head. I don’t think I took a breath for over a minute. As she was doing this she paid no attention to me at all. It was as if she were in her bedroom and getting dressed by herself. She took very little time and when she smoothed the hem of the dress out she walked over to the place she’d been where the sun was behind her. The first and only word she spoke was “Well?”(120)
I won’t say I was entirely honest when I told her she’d be fine. I could still see her silhouette but felt that by the time she was due to meet her friends the sun would be almost down. She thanked me and told me she’d pay me the next day. She grabbed her work clothes and we headed for the door. I could’ve gone out with her but decided to stay for a few minutes to recap what I’d just witnessed. Walking back to my desk I realized that I’d missed the opportunity to chat with Gina about me being “a panty man” that she’d suggested. The bit with the dress and slip had taken ‘front and center’ and I wondered if I’d ever get another chance.
The week was a strange one in that there were two days the bank would be closed... Election day and Veterans Day. I had thought about approaching Gina to see if she might be willing to work on that day as well. Thankfully, she declined. Because of the two holidays the lobby traffic remained busy which cut into the one on one training I wanted Gina to get done. By the time we left to go home on Thursday only Cara and Janet were proficient. I’d put off asking Gina just when she would be leaving for her new job as I was getting concerned that she wouldn’t have all the tellers trained by the time she left. I hated the thought of asking her but over that weekend I knew I had to and had to do it soon.
The next Monday, as expected, was very, very busy and Gina was forced to work her teller window the whole day. There was no opportunity to take her aside to ask the dreaded question. The only chance I got to speak to her at all was to tell her who would be her next ‘trainee’ and that was as she was leaving for the day. The next morning I found an envelope, hand addressed, on my chair. It was a formal letter of resignation from Gina, nicely worded with thanks for all the bank had done to help her and her daughter. There were no words that even hinted of negativism on her part and I was truly impressed. Her last day was to be December 1st which was just over two weeks away. Now I had the job to let everyone know she’d be leaving and I wasn’t looking forward to that, especially Hobie who’s attitude towards her seemed to have changed.
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 06, 2016
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina (cont.) Part 144c)
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina (cont.) (Part 144c)
I remember Monday as being especially hectic with a lot of lobby traffic. Mondays usually were busy, what with the bank being closed for two days, but on this Monday it was the added pressure of the bank being closed the next day for election day and people wanting to have enough cash to hold them over. Reluctantly, I had to have Gina open her teller station and forego any training or inputting. Cara was open but starting at around 10am she had the burden of exposing Peggy to the work of a teller and that cut back on her productivity. As I remember it the first time Gina was able to get back to the project was after lunch. By the end of the day very little progress had been made with the name and addresses. Before leaving, Bret and I went over our plan of attack for the next day with Gina. Bret agreed to be there at 8am and I’d arrive around noon. Bret was to order sandwiches from the luncheonette across the street and I’d pick them up on the way in. Gina was ‘primed’ and looking forward to showing us just how much she could do without interruptions.
Elle was less than supportive to my working that day. I’m not sure if it was at this juncture that she voiced a complaint that I liked my work more than her and the kids but I do know she was displeased. It did bother me a bit that she didn’t have any plans for me and the family and yet felt that I was depriving her of something she wanted.
Bret had decided not to partake of lunch as he wanted to get home so his wife could get to work. She was a nurse but was no longer working at the hospital deciding that doing private care nursing gave her more flexibility now that she had kids. As I walked up to Gina and the machine she was wanting to show me how many addressograph plates she’d processed. It was easily as many as she’d processed during the previous week. As far as I was concerned she had proven her point. I’d hoped for a little ‘small talk’ with her while we ate but she was more interested in sharing another idea that would boost productivity. The regular teller windows all had pull out seats for the tellers if they desired to use them. There was nothing for Gina or whoever was working at the other machine to sit on. She suggested that having something would boost productivity and asked if I could purchase a couple. A while back I’d been working in the basement trying to and create more storage space and had unearthed a whole bunch of dated furniture. I’d been told it was from the building the bank had occupied prior to building the present one. That meant it was at least 40 or more years old but, other than being out of style, it was functional. I’d seen some old high stools with wicker seats that had probably been what the tellers used back in the 20’s and immediately thought about them. I left Gina and headed for the basement.
There were six in all and I found that two of them still had their wicker seats intact. I took one upstairs and showed it to Gina and, other than a quick laugh of derision, she said it would suffice. It was a little on the short side but a phone book and a cushion I 'borrowed' from Liz, the auditor, had her in good shape. As she ooched her way up onto it I finally made notice of what she was wearing. I guess the name for her style of pants was “Farmer Johns” with a bib in the front and straps up over her shoulders. After just a day of working with the metal plates it was obvious that they were dirty and I’d gone next door to the W.T. Grant store and bought some aprons. But, for working that day I’d told Gina to dress comfortably... and she sure looked it. They weren’t fitted at the waist but Gina was wearing a knit top that barely made it down into the body of the garment. When she was standing I couldn’t see anything but, now ,sitting... it was a whole different view. At first I could see some flesh and wondered if, over time, she might move around enough to expose a little more. I knew I’d make her uncomfortable just standing there and I did have month end personnel reports to work on. However, at my desk my eyes kept looking up to her sitting on the stool. When she took a bathroom break I chose to get up myself to go over and see her progress. I’m sure I made a positive comment to her and then stepped back as she made her way back onto the stool. My patience was rewarded!.
Even though the pants weren’t gathered or tight at the waist there were two buttons on each side and, one of them had become unbuttoned. As she settled back in to her work the opening that was created was like an egg in shape and I could see the side of what I was sure were bikini panties all the way from the leg elastic almost to the waist elastic. Stupidly, I just stood there gawking. When I didn’t move for a few seconds she turned in my direction and caught where my eyes were directed. I know I went beet red immediately. But Gina started laughing. I don’t remember the words she used but it was some sort of smart-assed remark about my being a “panty man”... again. Not knowing just how to take it, I apologized and I remember her laughing some more. She put an end to it by saying she wanted to get back to work and that maybe we could talk a bit about it, later. I didn’t have any idea what she meant about “it” and hoped it wasn’t going to be more embarrassment for me.
After her success in the morning she’d set a goal for herself of being able to finish off the tray she’d been working on. I heard a bit of a happy cry and looked up to see her standing by the machine with her hands in the air. I took it to mean she’d made her goal so I went over to congratulate her. Approaching, I could see that not only hadn’t she re-buttoned the side opening of the pants but the one above that one was unbuttoned as well. The opening was now in the shape of a “V” and I could clearly see from the waist elastic of her panties to just below the leg elastic. I knew she was following my eyes and when I looked up at her she had that wicked smile that she’d given me before on a few occasions.
To be continued...
I remember Monday as being especially hectic with a lot of lobby traffic. Mondays usually were busy, what with the bank being closed for two days, but on this Monday it was the added pressure of the bank being closed the next day for election day and people wanting to have enough cash to hold them over. Reluctantly, I had to have Gina open her teller station and forego any training or inputting. Cara was open but starting at around 10am she had the burden of exposing Peggy to the work of a teller and that cut back on her productivity. As I remember it the first time Gina was able to get back to the project was after lunch. By the end of the day very little progress had been made with the name and addresses. Before leaving, Bret and I went over our plan of attack for the next day with Gina. Bret agreed to be there at 8am and I’d arrive around noon. Bret was to order sandwiches from the luncheonette across the street and I’d pick them up on the way in. Gina was ‘primed’ and looking forward to showing us just how much she could do without interruptions.
Elle was less than supportive to my working that day. I’m not sure if it was at this juncture that she voiced a complaint that I liked my work more than her and the kids but I do know she was displeased. It did bother me a bit that she didn’t have any plans for me and the family and yet felt that I was depriving her of something she wanted.
Bret had decided not to partake of lunch as he wanted to get home so his wife could get to work. She was a nurse but was no longer working at the hospital deciding that doing private care nursing gave her more flexibility now that she had kids. As I walked up to Gina and the machine she was wanting to show me how many addressograph plates she’d processed. It was easily as many as she’d processed during the previous week. As far as I was concerned she had proven her point. I’d hoped for a little ‘small talk’ with her while we ate but she was more interested in sharing another idea that would boost productivity. The regular teller windows all had pull out seats for the tellers if they desired to use them. There was nothing for Gina or whoever was working at the other machine to sit on. She suggested that having something would boost productivity and asked if I could purchase a couple. A while back I’d been working in the basement trying to and create more storage space and had unearthed a whole bunch of dated furniture. I’d been told it was from the building the bank had occupied prior to building the present one. That meant it was at least 40 or more years old but, other than being out of style, it was functional. I’d seen some old high stools with wicker seats that had probably been what the tellers used back in the 20’s and immediately thought about them. I left Gina and headed for the basement.
There were six in all and I found that two of them still had their wicker seats intact. I took one upstairs and showed it to Gina and, other than a quick laugh of derision, she said it would suffice. It was a little on the short side but a phone book and a cushion I 'borrowed' from Liz, the auditor, had her in good shape. As she ooched her way up onto it I finally made notice of what she was wearing. I guess the name for her style of pants was “Farmer Johns” with a bib in the front and straps up over her shoulders. After just a day of working with the metal plates it was obvious that they were dirty and I’d gone next door to the W.T. Grant store and bought some aprons. But, for working that day I’d told Gina to dress comfortably... and she sure looked it. They weren’t fitted at the waist but Gina was wearing a knit top that barely made it down into the body of the garment. When she was standing I couldn’t see anything but, now ,sitting... it was a whole different view. At first I could see some flesh and wondered if, over time, she might move around enough to expose a little more. I knew I’d make her uncomfortable just standing there and I did have month end personnel reports to work on. However, at my desk my eyes kept looking up to her sitting on the stool. When she took a bathroom break I chose to get up myself to go over and see her progress. I’m sure I made a positive comment to her and then stepped back as she made her way back onto the stool. My patience was rewarded!.
Even though the pants weren’t gathered or tight at the waist there were two buttons on each side and, one of them had become unbuttoned. As she settled back in to her work the opening that was created was like an egg in shape and I could see the side of what I was sure were bikini panties all the way from the leg elastic almost to the waist elastic. Stupidly, I just stood there gawking. When I didn’t move for a few seconds she turned in my direction and caught where my eyes were directed. I know I went beet red immediately. But Gina started laughing. I don’t remember the words she used but it was some sort of smart-assed remark about my being a “panty man”... again. Not knowing just how to take it, I apologized and I remember her laughing some more. She put an end to it by saying she wanted to get back to work and that maybe we could talk a bit about it, later. I didn’t have any idea what she meant about “it” and hoped it wasn’t going to be more embarrassment for me.
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| Farmer John's... certainly NOT Gina but you should get the general idea of what I saw |
After her success in the morning she’d set a goal for herself of being able to finish off the tray she’d been working on. I heard a bit of a happy cry and looked up to see her standing by the machine with her hands in the air. I took it to mean she’d made her goal so I went over to congratulate her. Approaching, I could see that not only hadn’t she re-buttoned the side opening of the pants but the one above that one was unbuttoned as well. The opening was now in the shape of a “V” and I could clearly see from the waist elastic of her panties to just below the leg elastic. I knew she was following my eyes and when I looked up at her she had that wicked smile that she’d given me before on a few occasions.
To be continued...
Monday, July 04, 2016
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina (Cont.) (Part 144b)
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina (Cont.) (Part 144b)
While all of this was playing out Gina was continuing to post the names and addresses to the service bureau’s computer center. Cara, who’d been working with her, was only able to help on a part time basis because lobby traffic had increased and Jacqui, for the second day, hadn’t come in to work. It made the teller line especially short handed. I’d had the opportunity to look at Gina’s idea for a holding rack for the name and address plates and thought I could make a couple with scraps of wood I had at home. Gina had demonstrated just how much time could be saved by not having to hold a plate in her hand while typing the information into the system. It was about 20 to 25 seconds per plate and I figured that over the course of the project the gadget could save hours of time.
When Jacqui didn’t show up again the next day I asked Trish to call to see if she was OK. I was busy with a customer and when I was done she walked up to the front of my desk and said that Jacqui wasn’t coming in again... ever. Trish had talked with her mother and was told that Jacqui didn’t want to speak with anybody at the bank. I remember looking at Trish with a puzzled look. Jacqui was a fairly good teller and well liked by the customers. A quiet girl, she didn’t seem to have any close friends among the other employees. She’d gotten a slightly higher than average review and had never expressed any dissatisfaction with the bank. I was at a loss for any idea what had gone wrong.
Realizing that I now had a serious staffing problem facing me at a most critical time forced me to finally reach out to Peggy and to ask her to come in for the promised interview. I actually called her father, James, to find out where she was at the time. When I told why I was looking for her I could hear relief in his voice. I wasn’t sure why but he did say he’d have her get in touch with me. While waiting I brought Bret up to date on what was happening and watched Gina continue to plug away at doing the data entry.
I never got a call from Peggy. She just appeared at Trish’s desk. I was a bit taken aback by her appearance as she’d obviously lost more weight since I’d last seen her. By my estimation though, she still could stand to lose another 10 or so pounds. Only 19, she looked closer to 30. However, she looked more like the Peggy that had babysat for Elle and I a few years earlier. (Since I’ll be writing about her in the future I’ll make this part short.) I offered her a teller position which seemed to make her happy. She said she could start on Monday which was OK as it gave me some time to sort out just who would be going where after ‘the dust settled’ following Gina’s upcoming resignation.
Bret and I decided that Cara would be the one to train Peggy because she had the most experience. Actually, Gina was the best one to do training but I needed her on the name and address project full time. Bret pointed out that if we decided to put Peggy on the main teller line she’d be located right next to Cara who could ‘bail her out’ if need be. We were both aware that Lillian, the drive up teller, wanted to be out in the main teller line and that she might present a problem if she didn't get it. However, we didn’t have to decide on that for a few weeks.
It was Gina who came up to me and asked if there was any way possible to come in and work on election day, a bank holiday. I was shocked at the idea because a paid holiday was considered a treat by everyone from Bert (the president) on down. She had made some projections as to just how long it would take to get all the information into the system and, at the current rate, it would be into December (and after she'd gone). She explained that trying to do meaningful data entry while trying to teach made for slow progress. She said that if she could have seven to eight hours without interruption she’d get as much, or more, done than in a regular work week while doing training. I was impressed with her thinking but didn’t have an answer for her.
The only way it would be possible was for an officer of the bank to be there with her. Since she was in my section that would definitely mean me... if permission was given to even attempt it. I didn’t have any meaningful activity planned at home so decided to put the idea up to Hobie. I was surprised that he was accepting of it and more so when he suggested that Gina be credited with two additional days of vacation. It seemed obvious that his opinion of her had changed drastically, further confusing me. On my part, I wasn’t really enamored with the idea of giving up a day off and decided to pitch the idea of Bret splitting the time with me to him. He wasn’t receptive to it at all but, luckily, Hobie overheard our conversation and stepped in to say that if he did, we’d both get an extra day of vacation. I immediately liked that idea... work half a day to gain a whole day but It took Bret a few minutes to agree. When I told Gina she was all smiles.
With Cara having to train Peggy starting on Monday I felt that Gina should spend time on Friday training a different teller so that if we got lucky with slow lobby traffic the next week there would be two people posting names and addresses. Janet had worked out well as a teller in spite of her haughty attitude. With a college degree and being a few years older than most of the tellers she felt superior to them which had created some stress in the past. Her station was right next to Gina which turned out to be a good thing. Gina was older, had a child and had had to endure some stressful personal experiences so wouldn’t put up with some of the ‘games’ that Janet tried to play with some of the others. Janet was smart and a quick learner so she was my choice. Gina agreed with me which made it even better.
Even though Janet only got to spend about three hours in training on Friday Gina confided in me that she was already faster that Cara was. Even though Cara was smart and knew her job well she had, right from the time I started at the bank, resisted change. Anything new for Janet was good. I was happy to hear Gina’s assessment and when I did, took it to Janet and asked if there was any chance that she’d be willing to come in on Election day, even for part of the day. It wasn’t really a laugh that I got for my effort but it was close... a smile that read like ‘you’ve got to be kidding?’. You have to believe me when I say that I did make an honest effort.
To be continued...
While all of this was playing out Gina was continuing to post the names and addresses to the service bureau’s computer center. Cara, who’d been working with her, was only able to help on a part time basis because lobby traffic had increased and Jacqui, for the second day, hadn’t come in to work. It made the teller line especially short handed. I’d had the opportunity to look at Gina’s idea for a holding rack for the name and address plates and thought I could make a couple with scraps of wood I had at home. Gina had demonstrated just how much time could be saved by not having to hold a plate in her hand while typing the information into the system. It was about 20 to 25 seconds per plate and I figured that over the course of the project the gadget could save hours of time.
When Jacqui didn’t show up again the next day I asked Trish to call to see if she was OK. I was busy with a customer and when I was done she walked up to the front of my desk and said that Jacqui wasn’t coming in again... ever. Trish had talked with her mother and was told that Jacqui didn’t want to speak with anybody at the bank. I remember looking at Trish with a puzzled look. Jacqui was a fairly good teller and well liked by the customers. A quiet girl, she didn’t seem to have any close friends among the other employees. She’d gotten a slightly higher than average review and had never expressed any dissatisfaction with the bank. I was at a loss for any idea what had gone wrong.
Realizing that I now had a serious staffing problem facing me at a most critical time forced me to finally reach out to Peggy and to ask her to come in for the promised interview. I actually called her father, James, to find out where she was at the time. When I told why I was looking for her I could hear relief in his voice. I wasn’t sure why but he did say he’d have her get in touch with me. While waiting I brought Bret up to date on what was happening and watched Gina continue to plug away at doing the data entry.
I never got a call from Peggy. She just appeared at Trish’s desk. I was a bit taken aback by her appearance as she’d obviously lost more weight since I’d last seen her. By my estimation though, she still could stand to lose another 10 or so pounds. Only 19, she looked closer to 30. However, she looked more like the Peggy that had babysat for Elle and I a few years earlier. (Since I’ll be writing about her in the future I’ll make this part short.) I offered her a teller position which seemed to make her happy. She said she could start on Monday which was OK as it gave me some time to sort out just who would be going where after ‘the dust settled’ following Gina’s upcoming resignation.
Bret and I decided that Cara would be the one to train Peggy because she had the most experience. Actually, Gina was the best one to do training but I needed her on the name and address project full time. Bret pointed out that if we decided to put Peggy on the main teller line she’d be located right next to Cara who could ‘bail her out’ if need be. We were both aware that Lillian, the drive up teller, wanted to be out in the main teller line and that she might present a problem if she didn't get it. However, we didn’t have to decide on that for a few weeks.
It was Gina who came up to me and asked if there was any way possible to come in and work on election day, a bank holiday. I was shocked at the idea because a paid holiday was considered a treat by everyone from Bert (the president) on down. She had made some projections as to just how long it would take to get all the information into the system and, at the current rate, it would be into December (and after she'd gone). She explained that trying to do meaningful data entry while trying to teach made for slow progress. She said that if she could have seven to eight hours without interruption she’d get as much, or more, done than in a regular work week while doing training. I was impressed with her thinking but didn’t have an answer for her.
The only way it would be possible was for an officer of the bank to be there with her. Since she was in my section that would definitely mean me... if permission was given to even attempt it. I didn’t have any meaningful activity planned at home so decided to put the idea up to Hobie. I was surprised that he was accepting of it and more so when he suggested that Gina be credited with two additional days of vacation. It seemed obvious that his opinion of her had changed drastically, further confusing me. On my part, I wasn’t really enamored with the idea of giving up a day off and decided to pitch the idea of Bret splitting the time with me to him. He wasn’t receptive to it at all but, luckily, Hobie overheard our conversation and stepped in to say that if he did, we’d both get an extra day of vacation. I immediately liked that idea... work half a day to gain a whole day but It took Bret a few minutes to agree. When I told Gina she was all smiles.
With Cara having to train Peggy starting on Monday I felt that Gina should spend time on Friday training a different teller so that if we got lucky with slow lobby traffic the next week there would be two people posting names and addresses. Janet had worked out well as a teller in spite of her haughty attitude. With a college degree and being a few years older than most of the tellers she felt superior to them which had created some stress in the past. Her station was right next to Gina which turned out to be a good thing. Gina was older, had a child and had had to endure some stressful personal experiences so wouldn’t put up with some of the ‘games’ that Janet tried to play with some of the others. Janet was smart and a quick learner so she was my choice. Gina agreed with me which made it even better.
Even though Janet only got to spend about three hours in training on Friday Gina confided in me that she was already faster that Cara was. Even though Cara was smart and knew her job well she had, right from the time I started at the bank, resisted change. Anything new for Janet was good. I was happy to hear Gina’s assessment and when I did, took it to Janet and asked if there was any chance that she’d be willing to come in on Election day, even for part of the day. It wasn’t really a laugh that I got for my effort but it was close... a smile that read like ‘you’ve got to be kidding?’. You have to believe me when I say that I did make an honest effort.
To be continued...
Sunday, July 03, 2016
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina 144a)
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Gina (Part 144a)
Hobie’s comment stopped me cold. I was literally speechless. He’d been the one who’d told me flat “NO!” when it came to promoting Gina to the new position of (Chief Clerk) I’d proposed. He ended up naming Lorie, the bookkeeping (computer?) machine operator, to fill the position even though she had no supervisory, teller, or monetary experience. When that happened it was one of those classic ‘the boss may not always be right but he’s always the boss’ situations for me. I’d been so frustrated with his decision that I did something that may not have been ethical as far as my employer, the bank, was concerned, but as far as Gina was concerned, was deserved when I helped find her a better position at another bank. With that all but done I stood there not believing what I’d just heard him say. Hearing his words I remember my first thought being that I wished I’d not done it as I felt Gina was one of the best employees the bank had and knew we’d miss her. However, I was too shocked to do anything but stand there and look stupid. Hobie, thankfully, didn’t ‘push’ me on it as he was anxious to get home.
As he walked across the lobby to leave I was truly relieved. On the other hand now I had to figure out just what to do. I don’t remember how many deep breaths I took as he disappeared from my view. I do remember sitting down at my desk and just sitting there. Bret came up to me as he was leaving and asked if I was OK. I honestly don’t remember if I even responded. After everyone had gone I finally made an effort to think through my options... and there were only two.
One, of course, was to tell Gina and to ask if she might reconsider. That was the ‘reaction’ my brain came up with. However, reality took control and I realized Hobie hadn’t come out and told me that Gina could (or should) have the position. I needed to talk with him before opening my mouth. The second was to do nothing and live with the way it was planned. After a while I realized that the whole thing needed more time and headed for home.
I was almost there when another thought came to mind... If Gina stayed and took the Chief Clerk position what would happen to Lorie. She and I didn’t see ‘eye to eye’ when I started at the bank but, as time passed we began working better together. She was good at what she did but that job was the only one she’d ever done. I had no idea what to do with her. Pulling in the driveway I was more confused than ever.
I’m sure Elle accused me of being “distant” as I ate and, knowing me as I do, I probably was. Once in bed my mind was free to add the last problem (Lorie) into the mix. I remember being awake when Elle’s alarm went off for her first bathroom visit. By the time the second alarm (around 4am) I’d formulated the beginnings of a plan.
Lorie was attractive, of that there was no doubt, but she was also an independent thinker. If there had been one constant thing about J J, the mortgage officer, since his hiring it was that he liked ALL good looking females. As I lay in bed going over all the positions in the bank I couldn’t come up with a vacancy in any area. But... J J was always pushing Bert for more help. J J was a salesman at heart and I, personally resisted just about anything he wanted. However, Bert was susceptible to his ‘pitch’ so, my idea was to suggest Lorie as a smart, mature, hard working loyal employee to him. If he went for the idea and Lorie didn’t want the job I’d done my best to place her. Satisfied, I tried to get a few hours sleep... without success.
It was Gina who was on my mind for this last ‘go ‘round’ before dawn. I remembered how excited she’d been when the new job was offered to her. She’d be getting the recognition she deserved with the title of Head Teller along with a nice raise (more than what the Chief Clerk would pay). But there was more. Gina would be working only a few miles from where she lived. That meant at least an hour more time to be with her daughter. There would also be savings on gas and car maintenance. The more I thought about it the more I was inclined to keep my mouth shut. Lorie transitioning into the position would be a problem but letting Gina go was probably best for all. Showering, I had to rethink what I was going to say when Hobie brought her up at work as I was sure he would. I contemplated telling him about Gina leaving but knew that if I did I was taking the easy way out.
Walking in the back door at work I still didn’t know what I was going to say. In fact, right up to the moment I saw Hobie coming across the lobby I didn’t know. Somehow I’d let his parting words the night before about Gina totally dominate my thoughts (and cost me a night’s sleep). I sat there at my desk not really doing anything but waiting to be called to his desk. Other than a “Good morning”, nothing was said between us. Right before lunch I saw him in conversation with Lorie and wondered what that was all about. I had to wait until he returned to find out. My heart was pounding when he called me to his desk. It turned out that his second thoughts about Lorie had been resolved after talking with her. I was like a stick of melted butter by the time he stopped talking. I don’t know if I let out a sigh of relief when he finished or not. I can tell you that I felt relieved that I hadn’t reacted to his observation about her the night before. At that point all I could do was wait for Gina to tell me when she was actually leaving... and felt somewhat good about it for the first time.
To be continued...
Hobie’s comment stopped me cold. I was literally speechless. He’d been the one who’d told me flat “NO!” when it came to promoting Gina to the new position of (Chief Clerk) I’d proposed. He ended up naming Lorie, the bookkeeping (computer?) machine operator, to fill the position even though she had no supervisory, teller, or monetary experience. When that happened it was one of those classic ‘the boss may not always be right but he’s always the boss’ situations for me. I’d been so frustrated with his decision that I did something that may not have been ethical as far as my employer, the bank, was concerned, but as far as Gina was concerned, was deserved when I helped find her a better position at another bank. With that all but done I stood there not believing what I’d just heard him say. Hearing his words I remember my first thought being that I wished I’d not done it as I felt Gina was one of the best employees the bank had and knew we’d miss her. However, I was too shocked to do anything but stand there and look stupid. Hobie, thankfully, didn’t ‘push’ me on it as he was anxious to get home.
As he walked across the lobby to leave I was truly relieved. On the other hand now I had to figure out just what to do. I don’t remember how many deep breaths I took as he disappeared from my view. I do remember sitting down at my desk and just sitting there. Bret came up to me as he was leaving and asked if I was OK. I honestly don’t remember if I even responded. After everyone had gone I finally made an effort to think through my options... and there were only two.
One, of course, was to tell Gina and to ask if she might reconsider. That was the ‘reaction’ my brain came up with. However, reality took control and I realized Hobie hadn’t come out and told me that Gina could (or should) have the position. I needed to talk with him before opening my mouth. The second was to do nothing and live with the way it was planned. After a while I realized that the whole thing needed more time and headed for home.
I was almost there when another thought came to mind... If Gina stayed and took the Chief Clerk position what would happen to Lorie. She and I didn’t see ‘eye to eye’ when I started at the bank but, as time passed we began working better together. She was good at what she did but that job was the only one she’d ever done. I had no idea what to do with her. Pulling in the driveway I was more confused than ever.
I’m sure Elle accused me of being “distant” as I ate and, knowing me as I do, I probably was. Once in bed my mind was free to add the last problem (Lorie) into the mix. I remember being awake when Elle’s alarm went off for her first bathroom visit. By the time the second alarm (around 4am) I’d formulated the beginnings of a plan.
Lorie was attractive, of that there was no doubt, but she was also an independent thinker. If there had been one constant thing about J J, the mortgage officer, since his hiring it was that he liked ALL good looking females. As I lay in bed going over all the positions in the bank I couldn’t come up with a vacancy in any area. But... J J was always pushing Bert for more help. J J was a salesman at heart and I, personally resisted just about anything he wanted. However, Bert was susceptible to his ‘pitch’ so, my idea was to suggest Lorie as a smart, mature, hard working loyal employee to him. If he went for the idea and Lorie didn’t want the job I’d done my best to place her. Satisfied, I tried to get a few hours sleep... without success.
It was Gina who was on my mind for this last ‘go ‘round’ before dawn. I remembered how excited she’d been when the new job was offered to her. She’d be getting the recognition she deserved with the title of Head Teller along with a nice raise (more than what the Chief Clerk would pay). But there was more. Gina would be working only a few miles from where she lived. That meant at least an hour more time to be with her daughter. There would also be savings on gas and car maintenance. The more I thought about it the more I was inclined to keep my mouth shut. Lorie transitioning into the position would be a problem but letting Gina go was probably best for all. Showering, I had to rethink what I was going to say when Hobie brought her up at work as I was sure he would. I contemplated telling him about Gina leaving but knew that if I did I was taking the easy way out.
Walking in the back door at work I still didn’t know what I was going to say. In fact, right up to the moment I saw Hobie coming across the lobby I didn’t know. Somehow I’d let his parting words the night before about Gina totally dominate my thoughts (and cost me a night’s sleep). I sat there at my desk not really doing anything but waiting to be called to his desk. Other than a “Good morning”, nothing was said between us. Right before lunch I saw him in conversation with Lorie and wondered what that was all about. I had to wait until he returned to find out. My heart was pounding when he called me to his desk. It turned out that his second thoughts about Lorie had been resolved after talking with her. I was like a stick of melted butter by the time he stopped talking. I don’t know if I let out a sigh of relief when he finished or not. I can tell you that I felt relieved that I hadn’t reacted to his observation about her the night before. At that point all I could do was wait for Gina to tell me when she was actually leaving... and felt somewhat good about it for the first time.
To be continued...
Saturday, July 02, 2016
TIME FOR THE "CHANGE"... Here goes nothing...
TIME FOR THE “CHANGE”... Here goes nothing...
As I wrote in the post titled “PAUSE” a while back, circumstances have caused me to change the way this blog will be presented in the future. Up to now I’ve written it in pretty much of a continuous time line... days... weeks... months and years. I no longer have some of the source materials that I’ve used to do that, soooooo...
As the last part ended there were any number of open items or ‘subjects’. Although I don’t have the detailed notes to bring them to a conclusion I still have my memories of them to work from. What I’ve decided to do is to list them in what could be called a “Table of Contents”. I’ll try to address each of them as best I can but not necessarily in the order they’re listed. It maybe a little confusing because the situations I’ll be writing about may not be in the order that they actually happened. For instance, Gina. I’ll start with her right from where part 143z ended and will take her to an ending. I’ll try to get in some of the situations that were created during that time that I hope you’ll find interesting. As a bit of a tease there’s one part with her story that I think will be VERY interesting for you. I hope you’ll bear with me for a while and, if you have any suggestions I’d certainly appreciate them.
Now to the TABLE OF CONTENTS: (Not in order of presentation)
Peggy
New branch
Hiring of branch manager
Polak Joe
Martin/Sabrina (Lisa) wedding
Bachelor party (stripper)
Moira
Gina
Barbara (staying with us)
Bill and Phyllis (neighbors)
Joanie/Laura
Return of retirement money
plus anything that I remember as I go along...
As I wrote in the post titled “PAUSE” a while back, circumstances have caused me to change the way this blog will be presented in the future. Up to now I’ve written it in pretty much of a continuous time line... days... weeks... months and years. I no longer have some of the source materials that I’ve used to do that, soooooo...
As the last part ended there were any number of open items or ‘subjects’. Although I don’t have the detailed notes to bring them to a conclusion I still have my memories of them to work from. What I’ve decided to do is to list them in what could be called a “Table of Contents”. I’ll try to address each of them as best I can but not necessarily in the order they’re listed. It maybe a little confusing because the situations I’ll be writing about may not be in the order that they actually happened. For instance, Gina. I’ll start with her right from where part 143z ended and will take her to an ending. I’ll try to get in some of the situations that were created during that time that I hope you’ll find interesting. As a bit of a tease there’s one part with her story that I think will be VERY interesting for you. I hope you’ll bear with me for a while and, if you have any suggestions I’d certainly appreciate them.
Now to the TABLE OF CONTENTS: (Not in order of presentation)
Peggy
New branch
Hiring of branch manager
Polak Joe
Martin/Sabrina (Lisa) wedding
Bachelor party (stripper)
Moira
Gina
Barbara (staying with us)
Bill and Phyllis (neighbors)
Joanie/Laura
Return of retirement money
plus anything that I remember as I go along...
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143z)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143z)
The judges from the Chamber of Commerce arrived just before the doors were to close for the day. There were two divisions for the costume contest... retail and service. We, because we didn’t sell anything, were in the service division along with other banks, the library, the Town Hall and like entities. Of the three judges two were female. When our contestants were paraded down the stairs for their review I could see the women were really ‘taken’ by Joanie and Laura. Jaz, dressed as a clown, was ‘interesting’ but Ann and Andy were given the prize. It was a $20 gift certificate to the old department store in town. I thought it was a shame because Laura and Joanie weren’t even 20 years old and the store was geared for an older clientele. Gracie had thought the contest concept was a good idea and said she wished they had something like it back where she worked. When I explained that the prize was a bittersweet one she wanted to know why. After explaining she quickly suggested that if I felt that way I should buy it from them. I couldn’t disagree with the reasoning so I did... much to their delight.
As I’d written, Hobie decried the whole contest idea and had deferred the bank’s participation to me. That meant I was to be a judge on the retail side. However... with Gracie there doing the training with me I implored him to do it. I was smiling on the inside when I saw him go out the door.
When I did my debrief with Gracie she reinforced my belief in Gina. A comment that I distinctly remember was that she was capable of much, much more than what she was doing. Because there were others around I didn’t feel comfortable in telling her of what was in store for Gina but vowed to myself to let her know when it did happen. On the debrief she also stated that although the processing of the name and addresses had gone slowly she felt that we’d be in good shape by the time of the conversion of the financial records. She also promised that if we got in a bind to ask Bruce or Albie for help.
When Gina was finishing up for the day she commented that the process could be speeded up if there was some sort of stand to rest the Addressograph plates on while the information on them was being typed into the system. She was describing what she thought it might look like when I noticed Laura had taken off her red mop wig. When I did I noticed something else... she’d also removed the bloomers that she’d worn with the rest of the costume. She was at her desk and as I looked at her I noticed something white between her seat and the blue of her skirt. I’d, for sure, noticed how short it had been right from the time I first saw her that day and had somewhat benefited earlier when she returned from lunch... but that was when she was still wearing the bloomers. I tried to pay attention to Gina while also keeping a close watch on Laura hoping that I’d get confirmation of what I thought the white was... panties Gina could feel that I wasn’t really concentrating on what she was saying so said she’d go make a mock up of her idea using cardboard from the back of a yellow legal pad. That presented a bit of a dilemma for me as there was no longer a reason for me to still be standing by the machine.. and behind Laura. I’d felt sure that when she stood up I’d get a good peek of her panties but also knew I had to move.
Even though it had been a slow day as far as lobby traffic was concerned I was anticipating a problem when it came time for the tellers to ’prove up'. I’d learned that on slow days the tellers didn’t concentrate all that well and stupid errors would pop up... and there were two tellers with a problem. One was Lillian the drive up window teller. She, in spite of being a little ‘ditzy’, was, on the whole, an accurate teller. She called to Laura to help her. I was standing at my desk, on the phone, when she stood up an started walking towards the drive-up window and Lillian. I don’t know (or remember) if I let out a sound as I watched her walk towards Lillian. The blue skirt she was wearing had somehow gotten rolled up when she was sitting and hadn’t unrolled when she stood up. I could see both butt cheeks and most of the rear crotch line for about ten steps before it finally dropped to cover her panties... but not by much. I went back to the conversation on the phone but still kept an eye on Laura. Just as I hung up the phone Bret came up and sort of whispered for me to look over to the drive-up area. Laura was now behind Lillian and leaning over looking at something on her counter. I won’t accuse Bret of panting but it was something close to it. Laura’s panties weren’t showing as much as when she’d first started walking over there but there was a fair amount of white under the hem of the blue skirt. At that point I had to sit down to hide my ever increasing bulge.
When Hobie returned from his judging duties he called me over. I thought it was to complain about his wasting time on something he didn’t think was worthwhile. He surprised me by talking about Gina. That actually scared me as I thought that he’d somehow found out that she would be leaving. But that wasn’t it at all. He told me he’d been watching her over the past few weeks and had an opportunity to speak with Gracie about her. Then he dropped the ‘bomb’ when he said that he’d been thinking about Lorie filling the new position of Chief Clerk and that maybe she wasn’t the best choice.
To be continued...
The judges from the Chamber of Commerce arrived just before the doors were to close for the day. There were two divisions for the costume contest... retail and service. We, because we didn’t sell anything, were in the service division along with other banks, the library, the Town Hall and like entities. Of the three judges two were female. When our contestants were paraded down the stairs for their review I could see the women were really ‘taken’ by Joanie and Laura. Jaz, dressed as a clown, was ‘interesting’ but Ann and Andy were given the prize. It was a $20 gift certificate to the old department store in town. I thought it was a shame because Laura and Joanie weren’t even 20 years old and the store was geared for an older clientele. Gracie had thought the contest concept was a good idea and said she wished they had something like it back where she worked. When I explained that the prize was a bittersweet one she wanted to know why. After explaining she quickly suggested that if I felt that way I should buy it from them. I couldn’t disagree with the reasoning so I did... much to their delight.
As I’d written, Hobie decried the whole contest idea and had deferred the bank’s participation to me. That meant I was to be a judge on the retail side. However... with Gracie there doing the training with me I implored him to do it. I was smiling on the inside when I saw him go out the door.
When I did my debrief with Gracie she reinforced my belief in Gina. A comment that I distinctly remember was that she was capable of much, much more than what she was doing. Because there were others around I didn’t feel comfortable in telling her of what was in store for Gina but vowed to myself to let her know when it did happen. On the debrief she also stated that although the processing of the name and addresses had gone slowly she felt that we’d be in good shape by the time of the conversion of the financial records. She also promised that if we got in a bind to ask Bruce or Albie for help.
When Gina was finishing up for the day she commented that the process could be speeded up if there was some sort of stand to rest the Addressograph plates on while the information on them was being typed into the system. She was describing what she thought it might look like when I noticed Laura had taken off her red mop wig. When I did I noticed something else... she’d also removed the bloomers that she’d worn with the rest of the costume. She was at her desk and as I looked at her I noticed something white between her seat and the blue of her skirt. I’d, for sure, noticed how short it had been right from the time I first saw her that day and had somewhat benefited earlier when she returned from lunch... but that was when she was still wearing the bloomers. I tried to pay attention to Gina while also keeping a close watch on Laura hoping that I’d get confirmation of what I thought the white was... panties Gina could feel that I wasn’t really concentrating on what she was saying so said she’d go make a mock up of her idea using cardboard from the back of a yellow legal pad. That presented a bit of a dilemma for me as there was no longer a reason for me to still be standing by the machine.. and behind Laura. I’d felt sure that when she stood up I’d get a good peek of her panties but also knew I had to move.
Even though it had been a slow day as far as lobby traffic was concerned I was anticipating a problem when it came time for the tellers to ’prove up'. I’d learned that on slow days the tellers didn’t concentrate all that well and stupid errors would pop up... and there were two tellers with a problem. One was Lillian the drive up window teller. She, in spite of being a little ‘ditzy’, was, on the whole, an accurate teller. She called to Laura to help her. I was standing at my desk, on the phone, when she stood up an started walking towards the drive-up window and Lillian. I don’t know (or remember) if I let out a sound as I watched her walk towards Lillian. The blue skirt she was wearing had somehow gotten rolled up when she was sitting and hadn’t unrolled when she stood up. I could see both butt cheeks and most of the rear crotch line for about ten steps before it finally dropped to cover her panties... but not by much. I went back to the conversation on the phone but still kept an eye on Laura. Just as I hung up the phone Bret came up and sort of whispered for me to look over to the drive-up area. Laura was now behind Lillian and leaning over looking at something on her counter. I won’t accuse Bret of panting but it was something close to it. Laura’s panties weren’t showing as much as when she’d first started walking over there but there was a fair amount of white under the hem of the blue skirt. At that point I had to sit down to hide my ever increasing bulge.
When Hobie returned from his judging duties he called me over. I thought it was to complain about his wasting time on something he didn’t think was worthwhile. He surprised me by talking about Gina. That actually scared me as I thought that he’d somehow found out that she would be leaving. But that wasn’t it at all. He told me he’d been watching her over the past few weeks and had an opportunity to speak with Gracie about her. Then he dropped the ‘bomb’ when he said that he’d been thinking about Lorie filling the new position of Chief Clerk and that maybe she wasn’t the best choice.
To be continued...
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143y)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143y)
Elle need not have worried about the kids bothering Gracie. She was up before any of us. The normal routine was for Elle to rouse the girls while I went down stairs to shower. I got there and saw some clothes on the end of the counter so went looking for Gracie. She was in the den watching the TV with the volume turned way down. She looked to be dressed and ready to go as I walked in on her. I remember her smiling at me saying she had to have her “morning fix” of the Today show. Neither Elle nor I were coffee drinkers but we did have coffee and a pot so offered them to her. She thanked me and said she’d wait until we were ready for breakfast. I told her I was showering and that Elle should be down fairly soon.
Walking back into the kitchen I again spied the clothes on the counter. I knew it was my only chance for a peek so went over to them and pulled open the drawer right under them as a reason for being there. A quick glance of the pile told me she’d only worn her blouse and skirt as a cover-up because there was no slip or bra showing. I debated a second before picking up the blouse and when I did I was rewarded. There were the ‘dimpled’ panties I expected to see. I really wanted to pick them up to inspect the crotch but didn’t have the nerve. As I walked back to the bathroom I had a soft bulge and hoped Gracie had stayed put watching TV.
There was little we could do without Gina so there was no point going in early. I took her down to the bay to show her my parents house pointing out where Elle’s family lived. She thought that growing up together and then marrying was really something special. I drove her by the sailing club and passed by the house that her neighbors Summered in. I got the impression she really appreciated it. She told me her son had loved his time there when he visited with them.
I’d completely forgotten about it being Halloween until we walked into the lobby. Bret had rounded up a total of five employees willing to get dressed up. There were two real surprises... Laura and Joanie. Jaz, and Netta had done it the previous year and I knew Lillian had volunteered but I had no idea, at all, about the other two. They were dressed as Raggedy Ann and Andy. Laura was Ann and they’d gotten cotton mops and dyed them red for their hair. If Bret hadn’t told me right after Gracie and I arrived I wouldn’t have known who they were. “Ann“ was wearing a blue mini skirt that was VERY short with a white apron and red socks. What really was an eye grabber for me was that she had on a pair of old timey bloomers to complete the outfit. Joanie was wearing a pair of denim coveralls with the cuffs rolled up showing red socks as well in her role as Andy. An oversized plaid shirt finished it off. I couldn’t help but think they would be in line for a prize.
Gina had been ready to go when we walked in. Basically, Gracie did the same thing with Gina as she’d done with me showing her the ‘guts’ of the machine and explaining how she could sometimes ‘short circuit’ a problem without having to call for service. I didn’t need to hear or see it again but I hung around anyway. Back during my training I distinctly remembered seeing Gracie on her haunches and kind of ooching around a bit to avoid getting up and back down as she pointed out the various components and me getting an eyeful as she did. I hoped I might get another dose as I stood back a ways from them. As luck (bad) would have it Gina ended up blocking my sight line for Gracie. I was disappointed but not for long. Gracie motioned for Gina to move over so she could point something out to her and when she did I got what I was waiting for. Gina, on her haunches, picked up one leg and put it down almost a foot away from the other one leaving me with an incredible up-skirt view. My eyes were focused on a bright white triangle. She probably only held that position for ten or so seconds but it was long enough. I actually think I moved before she did.
Gracie ran some tests to confirm that the center was ready to process our transmissions. After getting the OK Bret and I watched as Gina entered the first nameplate. A little tenuous at first it only took a short time for her to get into a routine. Bret and I had decided to have Cara be the second one to learn the machine so, with lobby traffic relatively slow I suggested he bring her over. She really didn’t want to do it but knew she had to. It was not a surprise that Jacqui, after her ‘accident’ the day before, hadn’t come in to work. That presented a bit of a problem because, with two tellers undergoing training and a third one absent, we were operating with just three tellers. I told Bret that he’d have to be the ‘traffic cop’ and to let Cara know if she was needed.
The ‘fates’ were with the bank that day as the only time we had to suspend the inputting was during lunch hour(s). during that time it worked out, at least for me, in that Gracie was able to reinforce the numeric input of data that she’d shown me at the service center. The center had created a ‘fake bank’ for us to use when training the tellers on deposits and withdrawals and I used the time to get somewhat comfortable with the process. As I had mentioned, Gracie was ‘all business’ and when Gina returned from her lunch break turned her attention to her. When I asked about lunch she blithely replied she could do without it. Maybe she could but I was hungry.
With the new machines set up behind Laura’s desk I would occasionally take a look in her direction. The really short skirt of her costume kept grabbing my attention. I was hoping to catch her bending over to see if I could see anything through the bloomers she was wearing. All morning long my timing was off because I’d come close and it seemed like I would just miss. When Gina came back from her lunch I took a moment to ask her how she liked the new machine. She was in the process of telling me that it was a lot easier to operate than what we presently were using when Laura returned from lunch. When she did she opened the bottom drawer of her desk and bent over to put something in it. It was a Kodak moment only I didn’t have a camera. The material of the bloomers was very sheer and I had one great view of SanSoucie panties, the ones I’d given her. It was 100% better than a VPL!
To be continued...
Elle need not have worried about the kids bothering Gracie. She was up before any of us. The normal routine was for Elle to rouse the girls while I went down stairs to shower. I got there and saw some clothes on the end of the counter so went looking for Gracie. She was in the den watching the TV with the volume turned way down. She looked to be dressed and ready to go as I walked in on her. I remember her smiling at me saying she had to have her “morning fix” of the Today show. Neither Elle nor I were coffee drinkers but we did have coffee and a pot so offered them to her. She thanked me and said she’d wait until we were ready for breakfast. I told her I was showering and that Elle should be down fairly soon.
Walking back into the kitchen I again spied the clothes on the counter. I knew it was my only chance for a peek so went over to them and pulled open the drawer right under them as a reason for being there. A quick glance of the pile told me she’d only worn her blouse and skirt as a cover-up because there was no slip or bra showing. I debated a second before picking up the blouse and when I did I was rewarded. There were the ‘dimpled’ panties I expected to see. I really wanted to pick them up to inspect the crotch but didn’t have the nerve. As I walked back to the bathroom I had a soft bulge and hoped Gracie had stayed put watching TV.
There was little we could do without Gina so there was no point going in early. I took her down to the bay to show her my parents house pointing out where Elle’s family lived. She thought that growing up together and then marrying was really something special. I drove her by the sailing club and passed by the house that her neighbors Summered in. I got the impression she really appreciated it. She told me her son had loved his time there when he visited with them.
I’d completely forgotten about it being Halloween until we walked into the lobby. Bret had rounded up a total of five employees willing to get dressed up. There were two real surprises... Laura and Joanie. Jaz, and Netta had done it the previous year and I knew Lillian had volunteered but I had no idea, at all, about the other two. They were dressed as Raggedy Ann and Andy. Laura was Ann and they’d gotten cotton mops and dyed them red for their hair. If Bret hadn’t told me right after Gracie and I arrived I wouldn’t have known who they were. “Ann“ was wearing a blue mini skirt that was VERY short with a white apron and red socks. What really was an eye grabber for me was that she had on a pair of old timey bloomers to complete the outfit. Joanie was wearing a pair of denim coveralls with the cuffs rolled up showing red socks as well in her role as Andy. An oversized plaid shirt finished it off. I couldn’t help but think they would be in line for a prize.
Gina had been ready to go when we walked in. Basically, Gracie did the same thing with Gina as she’d done with me showing her the ‘guts’ of the machine and explaining how she could sometimes ‘short circuit’ a problem without having to call for service. I didn’t need to hear or see it again but I hung around anyway. Back during my training I distinctly remembered seeing Gracie on her haunches and kind of ooching around a bit to avoid getting up and back down as she pointed out the various components and me getting an eyeful as she did. I hoped I might get another dose as I stood back a ways from them. As luck (bad) would have it Gina ended up blocking my sight line for Gracie. I was disappointed but not for long. Gracie motioned for Gina to move over so she could point something out to her and when she did I got what I was waiting for. Gina, on her haunches, picked up one leg and put it down almost a foot away from the other one leaving me with an incredible up-skirt view. My eyes were focused on a bright white triangle. She probably only held that position for ten or so seconds but it was long enough. I actually think I moved before she did.
Gracie ran some tests to confirm that the center was ready to process our transmissions. After getting the OK Bret and I watched as Gina entered the first nameplate. A little tenuous at first it only took a short time for her to get into a routine. Bret and I had decided to have Cara be the second one to learn the machine so, with lobby traffic relatively slow I suggested he bring her over. She really didn’t want to do it but knew she had to. It was not a surprise that Jacqui, after her ‘accident’ the day before, hadn’t come in to work. That presented a bit of a problem because, with two tellers undergoing training and a third one absent, we were operating with just three tellers. I told Bret that he’d have to be the ‘traffic cop’ and to let Cara know if she was needed.
The ‘fates’ were with the bank that day as the only time we had to suspend the inputting was during lunch hour(s). during that time it worked out, at least for me, in that Gracie was able to reinforce the numeric input of data that she’d shown me at the service center. The center had created a ‘fake bank’ for us to use when training the tellers on deposits and withdrawals and I used the time to get somewhat comfortable with the process. As I had mentioned, Gracie was ‘all business’ and when Gina returned from her lunch break turned her attention to her. When I asked about lunch she blithely replied she could do without it. Maybe she could but I was hungry.
With the new machines set up behind Laura’s desk I would occasionally take a look in her direction. The really short skirt of her costume kept grabbing my attention. I was hoping to catch her bending over to see if I could see anything through the bloomers she was wearing. All morning long my timing was off because I’d come close and it seemed like I would just miss. When Gina came back from her lunch I took a moment to ask her how she liked the new machine. She was in the process of telling me that it was a lot easier to operate than what we presently were using when Laura returned from lunch. When she did she opened the bottom drawer of her desk and bent over to put something in it. It was a Kodak moment only I didn’t have a camera. The material of the bloomers was very sheer and I had one great view of SanSoucie panties, the ones I’d given her. It was 100% better than a VPL!
To be continued...
Sunday, June 26, 2016
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143x)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143x)
Because of all the disruptions I’d not been able to spend much time on getting the final details worked out on the name and address project. I’d just started in again when Trish came over to tell me that there was a woman named Gracie there to see me. I looked up and, sure enough, there she was. My first words were to say “You’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow!” It wasn’t “Hello.” and it wasn’t “Welcome.” The look on her face was one of embarrassment as she walked over to my desk. At that moment I wasn’t sure who’d screwed up but I knew I had a real problem on my hands.
I’d put off finding a place for Gracie to stay. My intentions had been to do it first thing after arriving at work. As you just read... I was a bit distracted... and then forgot completely about it and Gracie too. There was no point in placing blame so I took the ‘heat’ and told her that I still didn’t have a room for her. I don’t know what she was thinking but I knew I was in a bit of a bind in coming up with a decent place that was fairly local. Bret was at his desk and I knew his sister had worked at a bed and breakfast for a short time. I called over to him and when he turned around I introduced him... and told him of my plight. He said he knew the people who ran the B & B and would call. I tried to make ‘small talk’ with Gracie while he did and while I was doing it I saw Trish with her phone in her hand and pointing at me with it. I got the message that it was important so excused myself and went to her desk. It was Elle. The station wagon had stopped just before she got to her mother’s house and she and the kids had walked the last bit. I don’t know why but I asked her if she was out of gas. She said she didn't know so i told her to go check on it. When she returned to the phone she said the “thing on the dashboard was on E”. That was a big OOOPS and it was all on me. I’d had the station wagon all day Saturday and hadn’t paid any attention to how much gas was in it.
I knew her father kept a can of gas in his garage and told her to get her mother to go find it for her. By then I was getting concerned about leaving Gracie sort of in limbo. While I waited for Elle to get back to me Bret came up to say there were no rooms available at the B & B. When Elle finally came back on the line to say they’d found the gas can was when it came back to me that Gracie had put me up when I went for my training. I’d told Elle about it at the time and she’d commented that it’d been nice of her to do that. With that memory front and center in my mind I told Elle that we’d be having an overnight guest. Before she could say anything I proceeded to hang up on her. I knew that would come back on me but also I knew I had to placate Gracie before she got upset. When I told her of my solution I did warn her that I had three kids and that we’d be doing some shuffling around after we got to the house. Right about then the look on her face told me she’d accept just about anything.
After that was settled there was still some time to show her how we'd set up for the project. As soon as Gina was ‘in proof’ I introduced Gracie to her and kind of stepped back to listen. Gracie was all business and wasted no time. After a short time I knew I’d picked the right one when I chose Gina. She was really into the project and I could see that she and Gracie would work well together. When 5pm arrived Gracie was disappointed. I remembered back to when I was at the service center for my training and how Gracie was willing to stay as long as I was. However, Gina had to get home to her daughter and after explaining the situation Gracie seemed to understand.
The trip to my house was spent going over what Gracie hoped to accomplish the next day. She was all ‘business’ and I hardly got in a word. By the time we made the turn into the driveway I had a good idea of how we were going to proceed the next morning. When Gracie saw the house she ‘shifted gears’ and wanted to know how Elle felt about having a stranger in her house. She didn’t believe me when I told her I didn’t know as I really hadn’t discussed it with her. Her response was one fitting a mother as she chastised me for being “insensitive”. I told her not to worry which only got me a ‘look’ but no words.
Elle was very gracious when introduced to Gracie. However, the look I got as Gracie walked into the living room to meet the kids spoke volumes. Elle, wisely, had fed the kids and they were playing games on the floor. The older two were pretty much over being shy around strangers but Kaye, the youngest, wasn’t. Upon seeing Gracie she jumped up and ran to Elle. Gracie went over to see what game the girls were playing and squatted down to chat with them. My heart skipped a beat for a second but Gracie turned a bit so her back was more to me than her front. I stood there watching and listening to them when I heard Gracie make a suggestion to one of the girls about a move to make in the game and reached across the board. When she did I saw a good bit of flesh and two separate lines of elastic showing on her back. I was less than four feet away. Remembering her ‘dimpled’ panties I tried to discern the two elastics and it was fairly easy as one was wider than the other. I was sure it was for the ‘dimpled’ panties. To me it meant she really liked them. It made we wonder if I’d get to sneak a peek into her overnight bag.
It was Gracie’s turn to be gracious when she insisted that Elle not go out of her way for what to have for supper. She said spaghetti with meat sauce would be fine. Elle would make up a big batch of sauce and freeze some, especially when colder weather was almost upon us. The big decision was in what room would Gracie sleep.
Each of the older girls had a spare bed in their room but the question was who was going to have to vacate for the night. Neither wanted to but with Anne being the last to get her own room it had to be her. Gracie made a big deal out of how nice Anne was to move and it seemed to work as Anne stood there absorbing the praise. Once all the girls were in bed Gracie, Elle and I sat in the den and chatted. Gracie brought up the fact that her son had spent a little time in the area staying with a family that Elle and I both knew. For Gracie, it was the first time she’d ever been this far East and couldn’t get over the fact that we were, basically, surrounded by farm land. When we finally headed upstairs to bed Elle warned Gracie that the kids would be getting up at 7am and hoped they wouldn’t bother her. She laughed and said that would be like “sleeping in” for her.
To be continued...
Because of all the disruptions I’d not been able to spend much time on getting the final details worked out on the name and address project. I’d just started in again when Trish came over to tell me that there was a woman named Gracie there to see me. I looked up and, sure enough, there she was. My first words were to say “You’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow!” It wasn’t “Hello.” and it wasn’t “Welcome.” The look on her face was one of embarrassment as she walked over to my desk. At that moment I wasn’t sure who’d screwed up but I knew I had a real problem on my hands.
I’d put off finding a place for Gracie to stay. My intentions had been to do it first thing after arriving at work. As you just read... I was a bit distracted... and then forgot completely about it and Gracie too. There was no point in placing blame so I took the ‘heat’ and told her that I still didn’t have a room for her. I don’t know what she was thinking but I knew I was in a bit of a bind in coming up with a decent place that was fairly local. Bret was at his desk and I knew his sister had worked at a bed and breakfast for a short time. I called over to him and when he turned around I introduced him... and told him of my plight. He said he knew the people who ran the B & B and would call. I tried to make ‘small talk’ with Gracie while he did and while I was doing it I saw Trish with her phone in her hand and pointing at me with it. I got the message that it was important so excused myself and went to her desk. It was Elle. The station wagon had stopped just before she got to her mother’s house and she and the kids had walked the last bit. I don’t know why but I asked her if she was out of gas. She said she didn't know so i told her to go check on it. When she returned to the phone she said the “thing on the dashboard was on E”. That was a big OOOPS and it was all on me. I’d had the station wagon all day Saturday and hadn’t paid any attention to how much gas was in it.
I knew her father kept a can of gas in his garage and told her to get her mother to go find it for her. By then I was getting concerned about leaving Gracie sort of in limbo. While I waited for Elle to get back to me Bret came up to say there were no rooms available at the B & B. When Elle finally came back on the line to say they’d found the gas can was when it came back to me that Gracie had put me up when I went for my training. I’d told Elle about it at the time and she’d commented that it’d been nice of her to do that. With that memory front and center in my mind I told Elle that we’d be having an overnight guest. Before she could say anything I proceeded to hang up on her. I knew that would come back on me but also I knew I had to placate Gracie before she got upset. When I told her of my solution I did warn her that I had three kids and that we’d be doing some shuffling around after we got to the house. Right about then the look on her face told me she’d accept just about anything.
After that was settled there was still some time to show her how we'd set up for the project. As soon as Gina was ‘in proof’ I introduced Gracie to her and kind of stepped back to listen. Gracie was all business and wasted no time. After a short time I knew I’d picked the right one when I chose Gina. She was really into the project and I could see that she and Gracie would work well together. When 5pm arrived Gracie was disappointed. I remembered back to when I was at the service center for my training and how Gracie was willing to stay as long as I was. However, Gina had to get home to her daughter and after explaining the situation Gracie seemed to understand.
The trip to my house was spent going over what Gracie hoped to accomplish the next day. She was all ‘business’ and I hardly got in a word. By the time we made the turn into the driveway I had a good idea of how we were going to proceed the next morning. When Gracie saw the house she ‘shifted gears’ and wanted to know how Elle felt about having a stranger in her house. She didn’t believe me when I told her I didn’t know as I really hadn’t discussed it with her. Her response was one fitting a mother as she chastised me for being “insensitive”. I told her not to worry which only got me a ‘look’ but no words.
Elle was very gracious when introduced to Gracie. However, the look I got as Gracie walked into the living room to meet the kids spoke volumes. Elle, wisely, had fed the kids and they were playing games on the floor. The older two were pretty much over being shy around strangers but Kaye, the youngest, wasn’t. Upon seeing Gracie she jumped up and ran to Elle. Gracie went over to see what game the girls were playing and squatted down to chat with them. My heart skipped a beat for a second but Gracie turned a bit so her back was more to me than her front. I stood there watching and listening to them when I heard Gracie make a suggestion to one of the girls about a move to make in the game and reached across the board. When she did I saw a good bit of flesh and two separate lines of elastic showing on her back. I was less than four feet away. Remembering her ‘dimpled’ panties I tried to discern the two elastics and it was fairly easy as one was wider than the other. I was sure it was for the ‘dimpled’ panties. To me it meant she really liked them. It made we wonder if I’d get to sneak a peek into her overnight bag.
It was Gracie’s turn to be gracious when she insisted that Elle not go out of her way for what to have for supper. She said spaghetti with meat sauce would be fine. Elle would make up a big batch of sauce and freeze some, especially when colder weather was almost upon us. The big decision was in what room would Gracie sleep.
Each of the older girls had a spare bed in their room but the question was who was going to have to vacate for the night. Neither wanted to but with Anne being the last to get her own room it had to be her. Gracie made a big deal out of how nice Anne was to move and it seemed to work as Anne stood there absorbing the praise. Once all the girls were in bed Gracie, Elle and I sat in the den and chatted. Gracie brought up the fact that her son had spent a little time in the area staying with a family that Elle and I both knew. For Gracie, it was the first time she’d ever been this far East and couldn’t get over the fact that we were, basically, surrounded by farm land. When we finally headed upstairs to bed Elle warned Gracie that the kids would be getting up at 7am and hoped they wouldn’t bother her. She laughed and said that would be like “sleeping in” for her.
To be continued...
Friday, June 24, 2016
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143w)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143w)
On the way to Moira’s ”B“ outlined his idea for the party. He wanted to get a stripper because Martin was so ‘straight laced’ and he thought it’d really be funny watching him react. But there was a local law that prohibited strippers any place where food was served. One of the people I knew had managed to get around it by having a belly dancer and I’d told ”B“ about it a while back. So he wanted me to follow up on it for him. He also wanted me to find a venue for the party. The problem I had with it was that although I got to know Martin when “B” had his race car and then when he started dating Sabrina, the neighbor, I wasn’t all that close to him. If Martin didn’t appreciate the idea I didn’t want to be saddled with being the organizer. I told “B” I'd do some“digging” and get back to him. By then we were back to Moira’s house.
I picked out the dresser body I wanted and located the drawers that went with it. There was room in the back of my station wagon for it so loaded it in and was ready to leave. Moira called me back and into the house before I could pull away. I pretty much knew it was to thank me and hoped she didn’t make a big thing of it. She wanted to say that she felt she owed me more than words for the help and caring I’d shown her. I know what you’re thinking and, no, it wasn’t that at all. In retrospect, it was because she was raised ‘old school’, by immigrant parents who took pride in doing things for themselves and passed that on to their kids. I didn’t know what to say and probably mumbled some inane words just to escape. When I did I knew I hadn’t heard the last of it.
The new (to us) dresser didn’t completely placate Elle for my lack of communication with her. (Where were cell phones when I really needed them?) However, Anne was excited which took some of the ‘heat’ off. I have no notes for or recollections about the rest of the weekend so it’s on to the following week.
Arriving at work I was distressed to see about seven or eight employees standing outside waiting to be let in. Walking up to the door Mike was no where to be seen. Having my own key I let them in and asked Trish to monitor the door while I went to find Mike. Elena, the mortgage teller, told me he was in the ladies bathroom. That was the one over by the drive-up window. Making the turn into the hall to get there I could see Mike with a mop and a pail. I asked what happened and he pointed to the ceiling. The water pipes for the bathroom right above us were ran up the wall and through a small conduit like opening and water was coming through it. I was a bit upset that he hadn’t gone to find the source of the water as I made my way up the back stairs to the bathroom just outside the Board room. Originally put in for the Board members it became the ladies room when the full second floor was added. As soon as I entered I could see water spraying from the plumbing connection attached to the toilet tank. I tried to turn the valve to shut off the water supply but couldn’t even budge it. Surveying the situation I determined that pails wouldn’t be the solution and that only cutting off the source of the water would suffice. I hoped there might have been a valve back on the first floor but there wasn’t.
The plumber the bank used happened to be one of Bret’s neighbors so I tasked him with the job of getting in touch with him. A cell phone would’ve been helpful but we were fifteen to twenty years from that. I was able to round up some rags that we used to help take up some of the water until he arrived. About a half hour later he arrived and within minutes the flow was stemmed. He didn’t take long to find the cause of the leak but the first problem was going to be in finding a replacement for the faulty part. The second was that with the water turned off the bank was down to but two bathrooms... one was the public one and the other was the one the men used and was located right next to Hobie and my desks.
With 25 females between the two floors it ended up being almost a steady stream of them, coming and going, all morning but we managed. When I returned from lunch I was greeted at the gate by Bret. There was now an additional problem... Jacqui, one of the tellers, had had an ‘accident’ returning from her lunch. It wasn’t a wet one but the other kind. I knew that she had some digestive problems because, over a period of time, she’d been out because of the condition. Luckily, up to then, it hadn’t affected her at work. Trish was trying to be the ‘go between’ and was trying to help as best she could in getting Jacqui cleaned up enough to go home.
The bathroom was really only big enough for one person. Since it was the men’s room there wasn’t much in there to help her with her plight... a bar of soap, toilet paper and paper towels. As soon as I heard about the situation I went to the petty cash and got $10, gave it to Trish and told her to go next door to the W.T. Grant store to buy a wash cloth and towel for her to use. She was just about to go out the gate when it came to me that Jacqui would also need panties if the situation was a dire as I’d been led to believe. I tried to be as casual about the last part as I could until I reminded her about size. Up to then Trish had been pretty serious but that brought a smile to her face. As she disappeared from sight I could feel that my cheeks were flushed.
As much of a ‘panty man’ as I was (and am) there were limits as to just how far I’d go to get my hands on a pair that a female had worn. This was one of those times. I didn’t even want to go in the room to sneak a peek in the waste basket after she'd vacated it. Mike got the dubious duty of emptying the trash can and there was still a lingering smell an hour after she’d left. While all this was going on we were down to just one working toilet. I had visions of a few wet ‘accidents’ but if there were any I never found out about them. Even though the plumber was able to jury rig a fitting to the toilet tank just about the time the bank was closing for the day it was still a relief to a lot of employees, me included.
To be continued...
On the way to Moira’s ”B“ outlined his idea for the party. He wanted to get a stripper because Martin was so ‘straight laced’ and he thought it’d really be funny watching him react. But there was a local law that prohibited strippers any place where food was served. One of the people I knew had managed to get around it by having a belly dancer and I’d told ”B“ about it a while back. So he wanted me to follow up on it for him. He also wanted me to find a venue for the party. The problem I had with it was that although I got to know Martin when “B” had his race car and then when he started dating Sabrina, the neighbor, I wasn’t all that close to him. If Martin didn’t appreciate the idea I didn’t want to be saddled with being the organizer. I told “B” I'd do some“digging” and get back to him. By then we were back to Moira’s house.
I picked out the dresser body I wanted and located the drawers that went with it. There was room in the back of my station wagon for it so loaded it in and was ready to leave. Moira called me back and into the house before I could pull away. I pretty much knew it was to thank me and hoped she didn’t make a big thing of it. She wanted to say that she felt she owed me more than words for the help and caring I’d shown her. I know what you’re thinking and, no, it wasn’t that at all. In retrospect, it was because she was raised ‘old school’, by immigrant parents who took pride in doing things for themselves and passed that on to their kids. I didn’t know what to say and probably mumbled some inane words just to escape. When I did I knew I hadn’t heard the last of it.
The new (to us) dresser didn’t completely placate Elle for my lack of communication with her. (Where were cell phones when I really needed them?) However, Anne was excited which took some of the ‘heat’ off. I have no notes for or recollections about the rest of the weekend so it’s on to the following week.
Arriving at work I was distressed to see about seven or eight employees standing outside waiting to be let in. Walking up to the door Mike was no where to be seen. Having my own key I let them in and asked Trish to monitor the door while I went to find Mike. Elena, the mortgage teller, told me he was in the ladies bathroom. That was the one over by the drive-up window. Making the turn into the hall to get there I could see Mike with a mop and a pail. I asked what happened and he pointed to the ceiling. The water pipes for the bathroom right above us were ran up the wall and through a small conduit like opening and water was coming through it. I was a bit upset that he hadn’t gone to find the source of the water as I made my way up the back stairs to the bathroom just outside the Board room. Originally put in for the Board members it became the ladies room when the full second floor was added. As soon as I entered I could see water spraying from the plumbing connection attached to the toilet tank. I tried to turn the valve to shut off the water supply but couldn’t even budge it. Surveying the situation I determined that pails wouldn’t be the solution and that only cutting off the source of the water would suffice. I hoped there might have been a valve back on the first floor but there wasn’t.
The plumber the bank used happened to be one of Bret’s neighbors so I tasked him with the job of getting in touch with him. A cell phone would’ve been helpful but we were fifteen to twenty years from that. I was able to round up some rags that we used to help take up some of the water until he arrived. About a half hour later he arrived and within minutes the flow was stemmed. He didn’t take long to find the cause of the leak but the first problem was going to be in finding a replacement for the faulty part. The second was that with the water turned off the bank was down to but two bathrooms... one was the public one and the other was the one the men used and was located right next to Hobie and my desks.
With 25 females between the two floors it ended up being almost a steady stream of them, coming and going, all morning but we managed. When I returned from lunch I was greeted at the gate by Bret. There was now an additional problem... Jacqui, one of the tellers, had had an ‘accident’ returning from her lunch. It wasn’t a wet one but the other kind. I knew that she had some digestive problems because, over a period of time, she’d been out because of the condition. Luckily, up to then, it hadn’t affected her at work. Trish was trying to be the ‘go between’ and was trying to help as best she could in getting Jacqui cleaned up enough to go home.
The bathroom was really only big enough for one person. Since it was the men’s room there wasn’t much in there to help her with her plight... a bar of soap, toilet paper and paper towels. As soon as I heard about the situation I went to the petty cash and got $10, gave it to Trish and told her to go next door to the W.T. Grant store to buy a wash cloth and towel for her to use. She was just about to go out the gate when it came to me that Jacqui would also need panties if the situation was a dire as I’d been led to believe. I tried to be as casual about the last part as I could until I reminded her about size. Up to then Trish had been pretty serious but that brought a smile to her face. As she disappeared from sight I could feel that my cheeks were flushed.
As much of a ‘panty man’ as I was (and am) there were limits as to just how far I’d go to get my hands on a pair that a female had worn. This was one of those times. I didn’t even want to go in the room to sneak a peek in the waste basket after she'd vacated it. Mike got the dubious duty of emptying the trash can and there was still a lingering smell an hour after she’d left. While all this was going on we were down to just one working toilet. I had visions of a few wet ‘accidents’ but if there were any I never found out about them. Even though the plumber was able to jury rig a fitting to the toilet tank just about the time the bank was closing for the day it was still a relief to a lot of employees, me included.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143v)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143v)
By the time we got the truck loaded it was already 11:30am and I was supposed to meet ”Big B“ for lunch at noon. I knew he had to go in to work for a while on Saturday mornings so called there. I couldn’t believe my luck when he was the one to pick up the phone. I explained my situation and told him we’d have to try another time. He responded by asking if I (we) could use another hand. That was for sure as Moira’s son and his friends had left to prepare for what was to be his last football game. In previous posts I’ve mentioned that "B", in spite of his bulk (300+ pounds), was one of the strongest people I’d ever seen. I told him where we’d be and then headed for the mobile home park.
Brucie, the park co-owner, had the unit placed on one of the perimeter pads which was a plus for Moira. He’d had the electric hooked up and ordered fuel for heating. The only thing Moira had to do was get a phone hooked up. Moira, Bret, Mike and I toured the empty unit and visualized where the different pieces of furniture would go. Moira admitted that she’d missed seeing the drawers under the closets and had a sheepish smile on her face as she did. We were just about to start unloading when ”Big B“ showed up.
Getting the beds and mattresses in place was easy since we didn’t have to fight over, around and through furniture. That part of our plan worked perfectly. ”Big B“ handled the double bed mattress and box spring all by himself. However, in spite of my warning Moira about taking too much living room furniture, we had some things that just weren’t going to fit. Setting them aside the next things were the dresser drawers with the clothes in them. After explaining the reason for all the drawers to ”B“ he, rather innocently, asked what Moira was going to do with the drawers after they were emptied. I think we all just stood there with blank looks on our faces.
Mike, once again, came up with a temporary solution. If we could get all the clothes out of them he’d take them back to Moira’s house and meet her there. He’d already offered to temporarily store her excess furniture in his truck until she could find a place for it. We took all of them out of the truck placing them on the beds. We were now approaching 2:30pm and Elle didn’t know anything about where I was, only that I was with ”Big B“. The whole time we’d been unloading the truck Moira’s daughter had been sulking in the front seat of their car. Moira went out and almost dragged her into the unit telling her that if she wanted her clothes she better start packing them away. She made some smart assed remark to Moira that got her a smack across her cheek. I, inwardly, smiled.
Still to be unloaded were the boxes with glasses, dishes, pots and other kitchen utensils. ”B“, Bret and Mike took on that project while I went to get Rusty’s clothes into the drawers in his room and Moira did the same with her things. I finished first and carried the empty drawers back to the truck. Mike had run into a small problem which needed Moira’s attention. While she was up front and in the kitchen area I went into her room to collect any empty drawers to get them out of the way. I was hoping that the panty drawer would be exposed but I didn’t see it. I remember thinking I was pretty lucky to have scarfed a pair of Moira’s panties earlier. That gave me two pair, the other I'd found in the glove compartment of her car. I carried a few empty drawers out to the truck and was contemplating my ‘getaway’ when it came to me that Moira now had three dressers that she didn’t need.
When Elle and I’d bought our house, the previous owners had left much of their furniture behind. There was enough to take care of the kids needs but now, with them getting older, they needed more space for their clothes. Anne, having just been moved into what had been our spare bedroom, was in need of another dresser. So I approached Moira to ask if she’d sell one of the taller ones to me. She was headed down the hall towards me with pained look on her face. I let her speak first and it was to ask what she should do about Mike. I didn’t know what she meant so didn’t have an answer. She’d suddenly realized that she should pay Mike for at least the use of his truck. I knew when I’d asked him to help out that he’d said "yes" because I was now his boss. I also knew that it wasn’t really fair but had let it slide. I had no idea what to tell her as far as what the amount should be and just stood there looking sort of foolish. To break the stalemate I asked about the dresser. Bret had come by and when he heard me ask he piped up and offered to buy the other tall one. Now it was Moira who didn’t know what to say. I had $15 in my wallet so offered that up to her. I happened to see Bret’s eyes when I made the offer and I know they sort of popped out a bit when he heard me. I distinctly remember Moira taking a deep breath before she agreed to my offer. I could see Bret was now in a bind and he hesitated before saying all he had was $10 and asked if he could pay the rest on Monday. When she said OK that meant she had at least $25 to offer Mike.
By then Mike had walked up to find out what was going on. Moira said that she’d just sold some furniture and now had some money to pay him. I didn’t really have a full ‘read’ on Mike at that time but he’d shown me that he could think on his feet. He emphatically told Moira ”No money!“ but added that if she was willing he’d like a table and a chair that had been left back at her house. Within minutes it seemed like everybody was happy. The problem for me was I’d now have to go back to Moira’s house to get the body of the dresser and would be even later getting home..
”Big B“ had been sitting on the stairs into the unit while all these negotiations were going on. No one had had anything to eat and the only thing I’d gotten from ”B“ was he wanted to discuss having a bachelor party for our friend Martin. He and my former neighbor Sabrina (now going by her given name, Lisa) were getting married the Saturday after Thanksgiving so time was running out. I asked ”B“ if he wanted to go back to Moira’s house with me so we could discuss it. By then everything that was staying was out of Mike’s truck and he was ready to head back to Moira’s to pick up the furniture we’d left behind. Bret wanted to get home so didn’t join the armada. Mike told him he’d pick up the dresser he wanted and they’d arrange a pick up for him.
To be continued...
By the time we got the truck loaded it was already 11:30am and I was supposed to meet ”Big B“ for lunch at noon. I knew he had to go in to work for a while on Saturday mornings so called there. I couldn’t believe my luck when he was the one to pick up the phone. I explained my situation and told him we’d have to try another time. He responded by asking if I (we) could use another hand. That was for sure as Moira’s son and his friends had left to prepare for what was to be his last football game. In previous posts I’ve mentioned that "B", in spite of his bulk (300+ pounds), was one of the strongest people I’d ever seen. I told him where we’d be and then headed for the mobile home park.
Brucie, the park co-owner, had the unit placed on one of the perimeter pads which was a plus for Moira. He’d had the electric hooked up and ordered fuel for heating. The only thing Moira had to do was get a phone hooked up. Moira, Bret, Mike and I toured the empty unit and visualized where the different pieces of furniture would go. Moira admitted that she’d missed seeing the drawers under the closets and had a sheepish smile on her face as she did. We were just about to start unloading when ”Big B“ showed up.
Getting the beds and mattresses in place was easy since we didn’t have to fight over, around and through furniture. That part of our plan worked perfectly. ”Big B“ handled the double bed mattress and box spring all by himself. However, in spite of my warning Moira about taking too much living room furniture, we had some things that just weren’t going to fit. Setting them aside the next things were the dresser drawers with the clothes in them. After explaining the reason for all the drawers to ”B“ he, rather innocently, asked what Moira was going to do with the drawers after they were emptied. I think we all just stood there with blank looks on our faces.
Mike, once again, came up with a temporary solution. If we could get all the clothes out of them he’d take them back to Moira’s house and meet her there. He’d already offered to temporarily store her excess furniture in his truck until she could find a place for it. We took all of them out of the truck placing them on the beds. We were now approaching 2:30pm and Elle didn’t know anything about where I was, only that I was with ”Big B“. The whole time we’d been unloading the truck Moira’s daughter had been sulking in the front seat of their car. Moira went out and almost dragged her into the unit telling her that if she wanted her clothes she better start packing them away. She made some smart assed remark to Moira that got her a smack across her cheek. I, inwardly, smiled.
Still to be unloaded were the boxes with glasses, dishes, pots and other kitchen utensils. ”B“, Bret and Mike took on that project while I went to get Rusty’s clothes into the drawers in his room and Moira did the same with her things. I finished first and carried the empty drawers back to the truck. Mike had run into a small problem which needed Moira’s attention. While she was up front and in the kitchen area I went into her room to collect any empty drawers to get them out of the way. I was hoping that the panty drawer would be exposed but I didn’t see it. I remember thinking I was pretty lucky to have scarfed a pair of Moira’s panties earlier. That gave me two pair, the other I'd found in the glove compartment of her car. I carried a few empty drawers out to the truck and was contemplating my ‘getaway’ when it came to me that Moira now had three dressers that she didn’t need.
When Elle and I’d bought our house, the previous owners had left much of their furniture behind. There was enough to take care of the kids needs but now, with them getting older, they needed more space for their clothes. Anne, having just been moved into what had been our spare bedroom, was in need of another dresser. So I approached Moira to ask if she’d sell one of the taller ones to me. She was headed down the hall towards me with pained look on her face. I let her speak first and it was to ask what she should do about Mike. I didn’t know what she meant so didn’t have an answer. She’d suddenly realized that she should pay Mike for at least the use of his truck. I knew when I’d asked him to help out that he’d said "yes" because I was now his boss. I also knew that it wasn’t really fair but had let it slide. I had no idea what to tell her as far as what the amount should be and just stood there looking sort of foolish. To break the stalemate I asked about the dresser. Bret had come by and when he heard me ask he piped up and offered to buy the other tall one. Now it was Moira who didn’t know what to say. I had $15 in my wallet so offered that up to her. I happened to see Bret’s eyes when I made the offer and I know they sort of popped out a bit when he heard me. I distinctly remember Moira taking a deep breath before she agreed to my offer. I could see Bret was now in a bind and he hesitated before saying all he had was $10 and asked if he could pay the rest on Monday. When she said OK that meant she had at least $25 to offer Mike.
By then Mike had walked up to find out what was going on. Moira said that she’d just sold some furniture and now had some money to pay him. I didn’t really have a full ‘read’ on Mike at that time but he’d shown me that he could think on his feet. He emphatically told Moira ”No money!“ but added that if she was willing he’d like a table and a chair that had been left back at her house. Within minutes it seemed like everybody was happy. The problem for me was I’d now have to go back to Moira’s house to get the body of the dresser and would be even later getting home..
”Big B“ had been sitting on the stairs into the unit while all these negotiations were going on. No one had had anything to eat and the only thing I’d gotten from ”B“ was he wanted to discuss having a bachelor party for our friend Martin. He and my former neighbor Sabrina (now going by her given name, Lisa) were getting married the Saturday after Thanksgiving so time was running out. I asked ”B“ if he wanted to go back to Moira’s house with me so we could discuss it. By then everything that was staying was out of Mike’s truck and he was ready to head back to Moira’s to pick up the furniture we’d left behind. Bret wanted to get home so didn’t join the armada. Mike told him he’d pick up the dresser he wanted and they’d arrange a pick up for him.
To be continued...
Monday, June 20, 2016
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143u)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143u)
When I arrived home Elle told me Big ”B“ had called and wanted to meet up with me in the morning. I hadn’t told Elle about helping Moira to move although I wasn’t really worried about a negative reaction to it since I’d told her about the dire straits she was in. However, ”B’s“ call gave me an excuse to put off my normal Saturday morning chores. I called him to say I’d meet him for lunch at his favorite restaurant. Now the trick was to get Moira moved in and back in time for lunch.
I told Bret I’d pick him up at 8am and he was out on his front stoop as I pulled up. It was only a 15 minute ride to Moira’s so we didn’t have much time to talk. When I pulled into the drive way I remember thinking that Moira wasn’t really giving up all that much in the way of housing. The house looked worse in the bright sunlight than it had when I’d seen it before when I’d driven Moira home that time when her car broke down. Bret, without me saying a word about it, commented that the whole property looked pretty bad.
Moira was loading her hanging clothes into the back seat of her car as we arrived. It was the first time I’d seen her wearing anything but a dress. The material was denim but they weren’t what we know as jeans. Her teen aged son, Rusty, because of his red hair, had two of his friends there to help move the furniture out of the house. In fact, by the time Mike arrived with his truck most of the living room furniture was already in the front yard. Surveying it I knew it all wasn’t going to fit. I’m guessing now but I think the house might’ve been around 1100 square feet. I knew the mobile home was only 550 square feet so there was going to a lot of things left over and mentioned it to Moira. Mike heard me and volunteered to store what she didn’t need in his truck for a while which was a relief to Moira. Having lived in mobile homes for seven years I had a pretty good idea what would fit and what wouldn’t and Moira went along with most of my suggestions. Probably the most important one was for us to load the beds last. That way they’d be unloaded first and with nothing in the unit when we brought them in it would be a fairly easy task.
The daughter, about 14 or so, was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs to the kitchen door with a disgusted look on her face. Moira told us to ignore her as she was pouting about moving away from her school and friends. She paid no attention to all that was going on around her and was in her own little world. However, she was in the way for us to move the boxes with the pots, pans and dishes out of the house. After almost tripping over her on my way out with a big box I approached her on my way back to ask her to move. Moira was at the door and yelled at her to move but all she did was to turn and look up at her mother. As she did she left one leg in place and pivoted the other so she could look up at her. Since she was wearing a dress I had an incredible view up to her crotch. I know they were flowered panties but that was all I could see. She proceeded to talk back to her mother which prolonged my viewing. In writing about it now I can only say that I wished that it had been Moira instead of the girl. In any case, she eventually got up and out of the way.
We’d decided to load the boxes into the truck first so they’d be the last off. I noticed that there really weren’t all that many and asked Moira if the boxes with their clothes were in the bedrooms. She gave me a puzzled look and said that in all the moves she’d made while her husband was in the Air Force the clothes stayed in the dressers. Hearing that made me smile. It was obvious that she hadn’t noticed that there were built in drawers under the closets in the mobile home. When I told her there was no room for furniture in any of the bedrooms, including hers which was the largest one, she gave me a look that indicated she didn’t really believe me. I reminded her that I’d not only lived mobile homes but had actually worked on them for a while. She was asking me what she should do since she didn’t have any boxes when Mike walked up. He had sort of a smile when he said that we could just take the drawers over in the truck and unpack them after we got there. Moira was clearly not happy at that point so I backed up Mike’s suggestion. I told her she didn’t really have a choice.
Since we’d been loading boxes first as they’d be the last to be unpacked Mike told us to start bringing the drawers out to the truck. Moira had Rusty and his friends start in with his room and Bret headed for the daughter’s room. Moira had started back to her room when the phone rang so I went in to get some on out to the truck. There were two dressers in her room with one being taller and narrower than the other. I opened the top drawer of the tall one and found only a few random socks, T shirts and boxer shorts in it. The next drawer had a pile of uniform shirts in it and that was all. It was obvious her husband had been using it. I felt there was no point in taking any of that stuff so went to the long, low dresser. There were six drawers, three and three high. I pulled one of the top ones out and saw it was filled with nylon stockings, socks and slips. I pretty much knew the other one held the ”prizes“ I was looking for. I took a quick peek out of the room to see if Moira was still occupied and she was. Bret was on his way out the door with a couple of drawers stacked on each other so I knew I had a chance to take more than a cursory look. I pulled the drawer open and saw what would best be called a ‘mish-mash’ of panties. I knew right away that I could delve into it without fear of Moira knowing. There were pastels, white and flowered panties and they appeared to be all full briefs. Most appeared to be nylon although there were some cotton ones mixed in. A guess would be maybe two dozen in all with the majority being white. I grabbed a pair of white nylon panties and they happened to be inside out. The label read ”Pam“ and the size was 6. I’d thought about what size she was any number of times and had guessed right. After stuffing them into my pocket I pushed the drawer back in and pulled out one from the bottom. I was on my way out of the room with it when Moira came down the hall. I asked if she thought she could handle one and she said she could. I breathed a sigh of relief as we passed each other.
With six of us bringing drawers out to the truck Mike was running behind in getting them placed so we began stacking them on the ground. As I put the drawer I’d brought out down I asked Mike how it was going. I’d looked at my watch and it was approaching 10am and we hadn’t started loading the furniture. Not what I’d hoped for. Moira brought out a drawer and as she put it down I watched her. The pants were different in that they had a side closure... and it wasn’t closed. A nice patch of white showed as she she bent over. It was my first sighting of panties on her and what made it special was that I had a pair of hers in my pocket.
To be continued...
When I arrived home Elle told me Big ”B“ had called and wanted to meet up with me in the morning. I hadn’t told Elle about helping Moira to move although I wasn’t really worried about a negative reaction to it since I’d told her about the dire straits she was in. However, ”B’s“ call gave me an excuse to put off my normal Saturday morning chores. I called him to say I’d meet him for lunch at his favorite restaurant. Now the trick was to get Moira moved in and back in time for lunch.
I told Bret I’d pick him up at 8am and he was out on his front stoop as I pulled up. It was only a 15 minute ride to Moira’s so we didn’t have much time to talk. When I pulled into the drive way I remember thinking that Moira wasn’t really giving up all that much in the way of housing. The house looked worse in the bright sunlight than it had when I’d seen it before when I’d driven Moira home that time when her car broke down. Bret, without me saying a word about it, commented that the whole property looked pretty bad.
Moira was loading her hanging clothes into the back seat of her car as we arrived. It was the first time I’d seen her wearing anything but a dress. The material was denim but they weren’t what we know as jeans. Her teen aged son, Rusty, because of his red hair, had two of his friends there to help move the furniture out of the house. In fact, by the time Mike arrived with his truck most of the living room furniture was already in the front yard. Surveying it I knew it all wasn’t going to fit. I’m guessing now but I think the house might’ve been around 1100 square feet. I knew the mobile home was only 550 square feet so there was going to a lot of things left over and mentioned it to Moira. Mike heard me and volunteered to store what she didn’t need in his truck for a while which was a relief to Moira. Having lived in mobile homes for seven years I had a pretty good idea what would fit and what wouldn’t and Moira went along with most of my suggestions. Probably the most important one was for us to load the beds last. That way they’d be unloaded first and with nothing in the unit when we brought them in it would be a fairly easy task.
The daughter, about 14 or so, was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs to the kitchen door with a disgusted look on her face. Moira told us to ignore her as she was pouting about moving away from her school and friends. She paid no attention to all that was going on around her and was in her own little world. However, she was in the way for us to move the boxes with the pots, pans and dishes out of the house. After almost tripping over her on my way out with a big box I approached her on my way back to ask her to move. Moira was at the door and yelled at her to move but all she did was to turn and look up at her mother. As she did she left one leg in place and pivoted the other so she could look up at her. Since she was wearing a dress I had an incredible view up to her crotch. I know they were flowered panties but that was all I could see. She proceeded to talk back to her mother which prolonged my viewing. In writing about it now I can only say that I wished that it had been Moira instead of the girl. In any case, she eventually got up and out of the way.
We’d decided to load the boxes into the truck first so they’d be the last off. I noticed that there really weren’t all that many and asked Moira if the boxes with their clothes were in the bedrooms. She gave me a puzzled look and said that in all the moves she’d made while her husband was in the Air Force the clothes stayed in the dressers. Hearing that made me smile. It was obvious that she hadn’t noticed that there were built in drawers under the closets in the mobile home. When I told her there was no room for furniture in any of the bedrooms, including hers which was the largest one, she gave me a look that indicated she didn’t really believe me. I reminded her that I’d not only lived mobile homes but had actually worked on them for a while. She was asking me what she should do since she didn’t have any boxes when Mike walked up. He had sort of a smile when he said that we could just take the drawers over in the truck and unpack them after we got there. Moira was clearly not happy at that point so I backed up Mike’s suggestion. I told her she didn’t really have a choice.
Since we’d been loading boxes first as they’d be the last to be unpacked Mike told us to start bringing the drawers out to the truck. Moira had Rusty and his friends start in with his room and Bret headed for the daughter’s room. Moira had started back to her room when the phone rang so I went in to get some on out to the truck. There were two dressers in her room with one being taller and narrower than the other. I opened the top drawer of the tall one and found only a few random socks, T shirts and boxer shorts in it. The next drawer had a pile of uniform shirts in it and that was all. It was obvious her husband had been using it. I felt there was no point in taking any of that stuff so went to the long, low dresser. There were six drawers, three and three high. I pulled one of the top ones out and saw it was filled with nylon stockings, socks and slips. I pretty much knew the other one held the ”prizes“ I was looking for. I took a quick peek out of the room to see if Moira was still occupied and she was. Bret was on his way out the door with a couple of drawers stacked on each other so I knew I had a chance to take more than a cursory look. I pulled the drawer open and saw what would best be called a ‘mish-mash’ of panties. I knew right away that I could delve into it without fear of Moira knowing. There were pastels, white and flowered panties and they appeared to be all full briefs. Most appeared to be nylon although there were some cotton ones mixed in. A guess would be maybe two dozen in all with the majority being white. I grabbed a pair of white nylon panties and they happened to be inside out. The label read ”Pam“ and the size was 6. I’d thought about what size she was any number of times and had guessed right. After stuffing them into my pocket I pushed the drawer back in and pulled out one from the bottom. I was on my way out of the room with it when Moira came down the hall. I asked if she thought she could handle one and she said she could. I breathed a sigh of relief as we passed each other.
With six of us bringing drawers out to the truck Mike was running behind in getting them placed so we began stacking them on the ground. As I put the drawer I’d brought out down I asked Mike how it was going. I’d looked at my watch and it was approaching 10am and we hadn’t started loading the furniture. Not what I’d hoped for. Moira brought out a drawer and as she put it down I watched her. The pants were different in that they had a side closure... and it wasn’t closed. A nice patch of white showed as she she bent over. It was my first sighting of panties on her and what made it special was that I had a pair of hers in my pocket.
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| "Pam" panties, size 6... and still good after all these years... |
Saturday, June 18, 2016
An extra post...
This is the first time I've done anything like this, writing about something that happened today. It sort of fits in with the theme of this blog.
Background... Our middle daughter, Anne, decided to buy a sailboat. For those of you who've been reading this tome for a while should recognize her as the daughter who, as a youngster, took to sailing right from her first exposure to it. Over the past 25 years her jobs have kept her from being near the water. However, last Summer she was offered a position that gave her three things she really wanted... more money... being closer to us... access to water where she could return to sailing. She wanted a boat small enough to sail alone but large enough to take three other adults along. She started looking back in April but couldn't find anything she liked in her price range. At a neighborhood gathering last weekend she mentioned her quest to a few people and one told her of a woman who was moving and had a sailboat for sale. The woman wasn't at the affair but Anne was told where she lived and that the boat was in the driveway. On her way home she drove by the house and took a cursory look at the boat. It seemed about the size she was looking for so scribbled a note with her name and address and left it in the door jamb.
Anne got a call about midday on Sunday and one of the first this she asked was the price... too much! The woman wanted Anne to come over to get a good look at the boat but, if there is one thing she got from me it, it's being careful with her money so she said " No." When she got home last evening she found a note taped to her door that said the price on the boat had been reduced and for Anne to please call her. She did and the price had been reduced by 20%... Down to being close to what Anne had budgeted. That's when I got a phone call... To ask me to go with her to look at the boat to check on the condition.
Bright and early this morning I headed for Anne's place knowing that she also would expect me to not let her get "sold" on something that wasn't worth the money. I picked her up and only had to drive a short distance to see the boat. When Anne had seen it it was dark and had been covered with a canvas tarp. She was clearly surprised to see it uncovered. We started to look it over when a 40 something woman walked up to us. She was attractive, for sure, but what made me take close look was how she was dressed. She was wearing a pair of bright blue yoga pants and a striped tank top. She would've stood out in a crowd regardless of her looks. It was obvious that she was excited to see us and started "selling" us on the merits of the boat without even telling us her name. I was a little put off by that but didn't say anything. Anne asked some technical questions which the lady couldn't answer. She tried to explain it by saying her husband was the real sailor in the family That caused me to ask where he was. He'd been transferred to Iowa and she'd stayed behind to sell off the things they didn't want or wouldn't be able to use, like the sailboat. I was concerned that she didn't have answers to Anne's questions and told her that without them it was" No deal " .
That's when it got interesting. After hemming and hawing for a minute or two she suggested that we put it in the water and take it for a sail. All the equipment was laying in the cockpit and the boat was strapped down on the trailer so all we had to do was attach it to her car and take it to the community boat ramp. She quickly ran to the house and got her keys and we were off. The ramp was only minutes away and once there it only took about 15 minutes to step the mast and rig it. It took a little effort to get it off the trailer and into the water and then we were off.
There was a nice breeze and I was surprised at the performance of the boat. Not designed for racing but more for creature comfort, I expected that it wouldn't be all that responsive but Anne put the boat through some tough maneuvers and seemed pleased with the results. The lady, Maureen, stayed pretty quiet at first but as we sailed on pointed out some interesting facts about the body of water we were on. We'd been out for over an hour when she suggested that Anne sail up the river a bit so she could point out a cove that provided shelter during severe storms. By that time I could tell Anne was ready to buy so I asked Maureen when the closing on the house would take place. I surprised her with it and she hesitated a bit before answering. Finally, she sort of mumbled that it was next Tuesday. Then I asked when she was leaving. She gave me look that told me she knew what was coming. Her answer was that she hoped it would be that afternoon.
I waited a little bit before I asked the question... "Is the price you gave my daughter your final price." She wouldn't look at me but was looking up the bay. Then I asked what she planned to do with the boat if she didn't sell it. When she finally turned to look at me she said she didn't know. I kept my mouth shut letting her think about it for a bit.
One thing I didn't mention when I described her outfit was that the outline of her panties was quite vivid. With the advent of thongs getting even the slightest VPL is a major accomplishment. So, I was thinking that even if the sale didn't go through I'd gotten something in return for my time.
As we headed back to the launching ramp Maureen pointed out a small marina along the shore. I felt she was making "small talk" when she did. However, she asked Anne to head in that direction. Without any hesitation, Anne steered the boat towards a dock with a marina sign on it. She didn't ask why and iI didn't give it a thought. We were getting close when she asked Anne to go up to the dock. I grabbed a spike and was holding on to it wondering why we were there. It only took a few seconds for me to find out.
When Maureen tried to take the step from the boat up on to the dock I (and Anne) got the answer. I watched a gush of pee pour out of her crotch. Up on the dock her pee started streaming down her pants changing the color of them as it did. I watched her start down the dock towards the facilities and then stop and head back. The look on her face was of pure embarrassment. Back by the boat she apologized and then did something I didn't expect. She looked at Anne and said she could have the boat for $2,000, the price she'd set as the maximum she'd pay... And then climbed back in the boat.
The hardest part of the whole experience was keeping my hard-on hidden from both of the women. It's been a LONG time since I've seen a good VPL as well as a public wetting. Back at the launching ramp I got a real close up of her wet bottom where I could actually see the crotch line of her panties and was able to confirm she was wearing bikini panties. Once we got the boat back on the trailer and Anne confirmed that she'd buy the boat, Maureen said she'd trail it to Anne's house. We were just about to leave the ramp when Maureen, who had climbed in behind the wheel of her car, suddenly got back out. From where I was standing I could see her crouching behind the driver side door. It was only for possibly 30 seconds and then she climbed back and pulled the trailer from the water. At Anne's house she asked if we would unhitched the trailer and that she'd return later in the afternoon with the registration papers and a bill of sale. To be truthful I had hoped she'd gotten out of the car to give me another look.
I really wished that I could've stayed until she returned but I had to attend a memorial service for an old friend. I did think about what had happened and why and what I came up with was that The lady hadn't used the toilet in a while before Anne an I arrived and didn't think about it when she suggested we go for a sail. We were only on the water for about two hours before pulling up to the marina dock. I found it somewhat interesting that Anne commented about Maureen having a small bladder. All in all, a memorable day for both of us!
Thursday, June 16, 2016
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143t)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143t)
The subject of the meeting wasn’t a big surprise because there had been enough work being done by the telephone company to warrant questions from the staff. What the meeting accomplished was to lay out a plan of action starting with the transfer of the name and addresses of our depositors and how it would be accomplished. Gina was introduced as the one to oversee the project and they were all told they would be a part of it. Also mentioned was the hope that transaction training would be started once the name and address file was transferred to the service bureau. There were two things that were surprising, at least to me. The first was in that there wasn't a negative reaction to naming Gina to be the one to be in charge. The second was the interest they showed in just how the information would be transferred over the telephone lines. I couldn’t even begin to explain it but promised that when the service bureau trainer showed up that I'd get her to try and explain it to them. Another surprise was that a number of them actually realized how much time would be saved by eliminating ledger cards. When the meeting was over I was pleased with how it had gone. I’d really expected a comment or two about Gina but was happy that there weren't any.
The teller machines from the service bureau arrived on Thursday afternoon along with a message from Albie that the service bureau was ready to test the new switch as the telephone company had, supposedly, installed it. That was the good news. The bad news was that I now had to get them to return to the bank and install the necessary data packs so that we could activate the machines. By the end of the day I had a verbal confirmation that they would be there the next day. Based upon what I’d been told (and experienced) they weren’t the most reliable when it came to meeting their commitments. But, at least the tellers could see what they would be using in the future. The machines were a bit bigger and now that we had them on site I could get the contractor in to modify the counter where they would be placed. I could see that progress was being made.
What I didn’t need was to have Moira show up at quitting time with a request for help in moving. She had to be out of her house by the first of November. That meant it would have to be done over the weekend. I'd indicated that I'd try to help her out but hoped that it wouldn't come to pass. It definitely wasn't what I wanted to do on my time off. With a forced smile on my face I told her I would. Bret overheard our conversation and volunteered to help as long as he had a ride. That was good news because it meant I’d be done sooner. When I was going out the back door it came to me that the new guy, Mike, had told me that he still had a small truck. Even though I knew it wasn’t exactly ‘fair’, I asked he he could help out. I’m sure, as a new employee, he looked at it as an ‘order’ and he said he would. At that point, I didn’t care.
The next morning, Hobie reminded me that Halloween was the next Tuesday. He was the Chamber of Commerce representative for the bank and I knew he hated being involved in the Halloween promotion as he’d passed it off on me the previous year. I’d hoped to avoid getting involved again in their annual Chamber of Commerce Halloween promotion. Chamber members were encouraged to get their employees to come to work in costume and then they’d be eligible for prizes. As soon as I could I delegated the job of finding volunteers from among the employees to Bret as I had way too much going on. Even though the previous year I’d stumbled into seeing a good panty viewing when one of the girls was getting into her costume, I wanted no part of it. To me it was just another time waster.
I spent the majority of my time trying to pin down the telephone company on the installation of our data packs. It was mid afternoon when, unannounced, four men paraded through the lobby looking for me. Trish, who was dating a telephone company employee, knew a couple of them and ushered them to my desk. At that exact moment I was talking with a district supervisor for the telephone company. When I told him my problem was solved as the workers were there to install the packs he responded by saying that it wasn’t possible as the work order hadn’t yet been processed. I don’t remember what my response to that news was but I hung up as quickly as possible.
It was a quick installation as all the conduits and wiring were in place. They ran their test and assured me that there was a clear signal straight through to the data center. I wanted to get confirmation from the service bureau before they left but it was after 4pm and Trish let me know that the only reason they’d stayed that late was because she knew a couple of them. Albie said he’d go into their computer room and would guide me on how to send some data to them. In a way it was almost like Christmas morning when opening presents. It took about 15 minutes to get everything coordinated but when I hit the ‘send’ button it only took Albie about 10 seconds to yell ”Bulls eye!“ into the phone. Success!
Hobie had left for the day but Bret, Cara and Gina were standing there as I pushed the button and could hear and see my reaction to hearing that we were connected. Before Albie hung up he said he’d get Gracie, the lady who had trained me on the teller machine, to call and let me know when she’d be able to come out to the bank to do the same thing for whomever we wanted trained. I found that a bit ironic as both those people were standing right there.
It was around 5pm when I picked up the phone and heard Gracie’s voice. Even though I’d only spent a short time with her the voice was clearly recognizable. She seemed eager to get started and agreed on Tuesday. I’d already forgotten that it was Halloween. The initial plan was that she’d arrive after lunch, spend one night and then return to the service bureau at the end of the next day. In the course of the conversation she asked if I could make a hotel reservation for her. I’d not given that a thought. The hotel had closed and only the restaurant remained open. There wasn’t a motel that I, in good conscience, would allow anyone I knew to stay at but I said I’d take care of it just to end the conversation. However, I didn’t really know how.
To be continued...
The subject of the meeting wasn’t a big surprise because there had been enough work being done by the telephone company to warrant questions from the staff. What the meeting accomplished was to lay out a plan of action starting with the transfer of the name and addresses of our depositors and how it would be accomplished. Gina was introduced as the one to oversee the project and they were all told they would be a part of it. Also mentioned was the hope that transaction training would be started once the name and address file was transferred to the service bureau. There were two things that were surprising, at least to me. The first was in that there wasn't a negative reaction to naming Gina to be the one to be in charge. The second was the interest they showed in just how the information would be transferred over the telephone lines. I couldn’t even begin to explain it but promised that when the service bureau trainer showed up that I'd get her to try and explain it to them. Another surprise was that a number of them actually realized how much time would be saved by eliminating ledger cards. When the meeting was over I was pleased with how it had gone. I’d really expected a comment or two about Gina but was happy that there weren't any.
The teller machines from the service bureau arrived on Thursday afternoon along with a message from Albie that the service bureau was ready to test the new switch as the telephone company had, supposedly, installed it. That was the good news. The bad news was that I now had to get them to return to the bank and install the necessary data packs so that we could activate the machines. By the end of the day I had a verbal confirmation that they would be there the next day. Based upon what I’d been told (and experienced) they weren’t the most reliable when it came to meeting their commitments. But, at least the tellers could see what they would be using in the future. The machines were a bit bigger and now that we had them on site I could get the contractor in to modify the counter where they would be placed. I could see that progress was being made.
What I didn’t need was to have Moira show up at quitting time with a request for help in moving. She had to be out of her house by the first of November. That meant it would have to be done over the weekend. I'd indicated that I'd try to help her out but hoped that it wouldn't come to pass. It definitely wasn't what I wanted to do on my time off. With a forced smile on my face I told her I would. Bret overheard our conversation and volunteered to help as long as he had a ride. That was good news because it meant I’d be done sooner. When I was going out the back door it came to me that the new guy, Mike, had told me that he still had a small truck. Even though I knew it wasn’t exactly ‘fair’, I asked he he could help out. I’m sure, as a new employee, he looked at it as an ‘order’ and he said he would. At that point, I didn’t care.
The next morning, Hobie reminded me that Halloween was the next Tuesday. He was the Chamber of Commerce representative for the bank and I knew he hated being involved in the Halloween promotion as he’d passed it off on me the previous year. I’d hoped to avoid getting involved again in their annual Chamber of Commerce Halloween promotion. Chamber members were encouraged to get their employees to come to work in costume and then they’d be eligible for prizes. As soon as I could I delegated the job of finding volunteers from among the employees to Bret as I had way too much going on. Even though the previous year I’d stumbled into seeing a good panty viewing when one of the girls was getting into her costume, I wanted no part of it. To me it was just another time waster.
I spent the majority of my time trying to pin down the telephone company on the installation of our data packs. It was mid afternoon when, unannounced, four men paraded through the lobby looking for me. Trish, who was dating a telephone company employee, knew a couple of them and ushered them to my desk. At that exact moment I was talking with a district supervisor for the telephone company. When I told him my problem was solved as the workers were there to install the packs he responded by saying that it wasn’t possible as the work order hadn’t yet been processed. I don’t remember what my response to that news was but I hung up as quickly as possible.
It was a quick installation as all the conduits and wiring were in place. They ran their test and assured me that there was a clear signal straight through to the data center. I wanted to get confirmation from the service bureau before they left but it was after 4pm and Trish let me know that the only reason they’d stayed that late was because she knew a couple of them. Albie said he’d go into their computer room and would guide me on how to send some data to them. In a way it was almost like Christmas morning when opening presents. It took about 15 minutes to get everything coordinated but when I hit the ‘send’ button it only took Albie about 10 seconds to yell ”Bulls eye!“ into the phone. Success!
Hobie had left for the day but Bret, Cara and Gina were standing there as I pushed the button and could hear and see my reaction to hearing that we were connected. Before Albie hung up he said he’d get Gracie, the lady who had trained me on the teller machine, to call and let me know when she’d be able to come out to the bank to do the same thing for whomever we wanted trained. I found that a bit ironic as both those people were standing right there.
It was around 5pm when I picked up the phone and heard Gracie’s voice. Even though I’d only spent a short time with her the voice was clearly recognizable. She seemed eager to get started and agreed on Tuesday. I’d already forgotten that it was Halloween. The initial plan was that she’d arrive after lunch, spend one night and then return to the service bureau at the end of the next day. In the course of the conversation she asked if I could make a hotel reservation for her. I’d not given that a thought. The hotel had closed and only the restaurant remained open. There wasn’t a motel that I, in good conscience, would allow anyone I knew to stay at but I said I’d take care of it just to end the conversation. However, I didn’t really know how.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143s)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143s)
A little recap on Gina...
When it became quite obvious to me that the lady, Letitia, who held the title ”Head Teller“ was anything but that, I came up with a plan. As a long time employee, Trustee and customer favorite, there was no way I was going to be able to remove her from that position. A productivity study that Bret and I had run showed, conclusively, that she was the slowest teller on the line. Her accuracy was OK but she had no leadership skills at all. As Head Teller she should’ve been overseeing her ‘flock’ of tellers but, afraid to speak up she made it difficult to establish lines of communication. I’d had the idea of creating a new position, Chief Clerk, to fill the void and had even spoken to Cara, the senior teller behind her, about taking the position. She surprised me by saying she wanted no part of it and was satisfied by being just a teller. I’d had any number of examples of Gina’s ability to think through problems and come up with solutions so she was my next choice... until Hobie shot it down. It was at the time the bank was making the commitment to using a service bureau to process customer transactions. One of the concerns was in what to do with the two employees whose jobs were being eliminated. Laurie, the bookkeeping (computer?) operator had never done anything but that job in the six years she’d worked for the bank. But, during that time she’d become one of Hobie’s favorites. Sooooo... when Hobie said ”no“ to Gina he immediately suggested Laurie even though she’d never handled customers, money or been in a supervisory position. I was, to put it mildly, upset.
Just by chance, at a regional banking meeting, I was talking with an officer from a similar type bank located about 30 miles to the West of us. He, off handedly, asked if I knew of anyone capable of filling a Head Teller’s position as their long time person was retiring at the end of the year. I immediately thought of Gina and managed to get the two of them together. When the other bank offered her the position but not until sometime around the first of December I became concerned that if word got out about my involvement with the arrangement that it would come back at me. I got Gina to promise not to say anything to anybody about her upcoming resignation or my part in it and to help that situation, had made as little personal contact with her as I could. Now, with the name and address project on the immediate horizon I had to let her know about it and what was expected from her.
Getting back to where I was... I told Bret to get word out to all the tellers and first floor staff for a meeting at 4pm. Trish had been working with me on a benefits problem concerning Gina going back to when her daughter was in the hospital for a medical procedure. The insurance company wouldn’t pay the bill because the daughter had a different last name than Gina’s. Gina and the father had never been married and he hadn’t been involved, in any way, with her or the daughter since the birth. We were trying to get through all the paperwork to get them to pay but without much success. Gina had asked a few times about it but, with little progress on our part, neither of us had met with her recently to discuss the situation. I figured it would be a legitimate reason to meet with her, alone, without raising any questions. I had Trish go to her window to tell her to report to the Board room while I gathered my things concerning the name and address project.
It took a few minutes before I headed upstairs. The quickest way was via the back stairway so I walked through the work area anticipating what it would look like once the new teller machines were delivered. I made the turn for the stairs and as I looked up I saw Gina bounding up towards the landing located half the way to the top. She was wearing a short, dark colored dress and as I peered upwards I caught a few glimpses of white. As soon as she heard my steps behind her she reflexively put her hand across her backside to hold the hem of the dress down... and then turned to see who it was behind her. As soon as she saw it was me she removed her hand and continued on up to the top... with me enjoying the short, but interesting, peeks of white. It was but a short distance to the Board room door and as soon as we entered she turned to look right at me and with this big grin stated ”I had to take care of my panty man“. I know I turned beet red and as I did she kept right on smiling.
After calming down I tried to be as businesslike as I could but it was difficult. It was obvious that she was enjoying the fact that I was uncomfortable. It took a try or two for her to get serious and I went over the hospitalization issue as best I could. Then, it was on to the real reason I wanted to talk with her. She was very surprised that I’d selected her. I explained that it was for two reasons with the first being she was truly the best person for the job. Then I added that it was also a ‘cover’ to hide any thoughts that anyone could have conjured up about her future with the bank. I got the distinct impression that she felt honored by the selection.
After describing the project I went on to tell her that if it went well that I was going to use her to train the other tellers on simulated monetary transactions. Albie had told me that they (the service bureau) would set up a fake bank so that all our tellers could get used to doing regular transactions using deposit tickets and passbooks. I wanted to make use her as much as possible before she left and this was one way of doing it. We ended up taking about twenty minutes and by then it was almost time for the meeting downstairs. When we were getting up from the large, comfortable Boardroom leather chairs that swiveled Gina on a whim, decided to give herself a spin. I started to laugh when I saw her. As she completed one revolution I saw her knees about a foot and a half apart. When she grabbed the table to stop I was less than four feet from her and was close enough to see the front crotch line of her white panties.. She saw where I was looking and as she got up made another ”panty man“ comment that I lost somewhere between then and my Day Timer but it, again, made me blush. To be safe I waited for a minute before leaving the room.
To be continued...
A little recap on Gina...
When it became quite obvious to me that the lady, Letitia, who held the title ”Head Teller“ was anything but that, I came up with a plan. As a long time employee, Trustee and customer favorite, there was no way I was going to be able to remove her from that position. A productivity study that Bret and I had run showed, conclusively, that she was the slowest teller on the line. Her accuracy was OK but she had no leadership skills at all. As Head Teller she should’ve been overseeing her ‘flock’ of tellers but, afraid to speak up she made it difficult to establish lines of communication. I’d had the idea of creating a new position, Chief Clerk, to fill the void and had even spoken to Cara, the senior teller behind her, about taking the position. She surprised me by saying she wanted no part of it and was satisfied by being just a teller. I’d had any number of examples of Gina’s ability to think through problems and come up with solutions so she was my next choice... until Hobie shot it down. It was at the time the bank was making the commitment to using a service bureau to process customer transactions. One of the concerns was in what to do with the two employees whose jobs were being eliminated. Laurie, the bookkeeping (computer?) operator had never done anything but that job in the six years she’d worked for the bank. But, during that time she’d become one of Hobie’s favorites. Sooooo... when Hobie said ”no“ to Gina he immediately suggested Laurie even though she’d never handled customers, money or been in a supervisory position. I was, to put it mildly, upset.
Just by chance, at a regional banking meeting, I was talking with an officer from a similar type bank located about 30 miles to the West of us. He, off handedly, asked if I knew of anyone capable of filling a Head Teller’s position as their long time person was retiring at the end of the year. I immediately thought of Gina and managed to get the two of them together. When the other bank offered her the position but not until sometime around the first of December I became concerned that if word got out about my involvement with the arrangement that it would come back at me. I got Gina to promise not to say anything to anybody about her upcoming resignation or my part in it and to help that situation, had made as little personal contact with her as I could. Now, with the name and address project on the immediate horizon I had to let her know about it and what was expected from her.
Getting back to where I was... I told Bret to get word out to all the tellers and first floor staff for a meeting at 4pm. Trish had been working with me on a benefits problem concerning Gina going back to when her daughter was in the hospital for a medical procedure. The insurance company wouldn’t pay the bill because the daughter had a different last name than Gina’s. Gina and the father had never been married and he hadn’t been involved, in any way, with her or the daughter since the birth. We were trying to get through all the paperwork to get them to pay but without much success. Gina had asked a few times about it but, with little progress on our part, neither of us had met with her recently to discuss the situation. I figured it would be a legitimate reason to meet with her, alone, without raising any questions. I had Trish go to her window to tell her to report to the Board room while I gathered my things concerning the name and address project.
It took a few minutes before I headed upstairs. The quickest way was via the back stairway so I walked through the work area anticipating what it would look like once the new teller machines were delivered. I made the turn for the stairs and as I looked up I saw Gina bounding up towards the landing located half the way to the top. She was wearing a short, dark colored dress and as I peered upwards I caught a few glimpses of white. As soon as she heard my steps behind her she reflexively put her hand across her backside to hold the hem of the dress down... and then turned to see who it was behind her. As soon as she saw it was me she removed her hand and continued on up to the top... with me enjoying the short, but interesting, peeks of white. It was but a short distance to the Board room door and as soon as we entered she turned to look right at me and with this big grin stated ”I had to take care of my panty man“. I know I turned beet red and as I did she kept right on smiling.
After calming down I tried to be as businesslike as I could but it was difficult. It was obvious that she was enjoying the fact that I was uncomfortable. It took a try or two for her to get serious and I went over the hospitalization issue as best I could. Then, it was on to the real reason I wanted to talk with her. She was very surprised that I’d selected her. I explained that it was for two reasons with the first being she was truly the best person for the job. Then I added that it was also a ‘cover’ to hide any thoughts that anyone could have conjured up about her future with the bank. I got the distinct impression that she felt honored by the selection.
After describing the project I went on to tell her that if it went well that I was going to use her to train the other tellers on simulated monetary transactions. Albie had told me that they (the service bureau) would set up a fake bank so that all our tellers could get used to doing regular transactions using deposit tickets and passbooks. I wanted to make use her as much as possible before she left and this was one way of doing it. We ended up taking about twenty minutes and by then it was almost time for the meeting downstairs. When we were getting up from the large, comfortable Boardroom leather chairs that swiveled Gina on a whim, decided to give herself a spin. I started to laugh when I saw her. As she completed one revolution I saw her knees about a foot and a half apart. When she grabbed the table to stop I was less than four feet from her and was close enough to see the front crotch line of her white panties.. She saw where I was looking and as she got up made another ”panty man“ comment that I lost somewhere between then and my Day Timer but it, again, made me blush. To be safe I waited for a minute before leaving the room.
To be continued...
Thursday, June 09, 2016
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143r)
AUTUMN... now the changes (Part 143r)
I left it up to Elle to make contact with Phyllis knowing I wouldn’t be a part of any conversation about it anyway. My thoughts were on the upcoming week at work with the new man, Mike, replacing the recently departed Hank. Even though he’d be there, both Bret and I would still have to walk him through all the things he had to do and when to do them. I was hoping he was a quick learner. Also on my agenda was following up with the service bureau and the telephone company on the missing switch so we could get started on the name and address transfer since November was right around the corner. As I mentally went through the week it suddenly came to me that I’d not followed up with Brucie on the rental of the mobile home for Moira. I’d gotten so engrossed with my plan for Elle’s birthday ‘present’ on Friday that I’d completely forgotten that I was going to call him about how much he was planning on charging for rent. There were two parts to it... rent for the unit itself and then the pad rental. The amount was critical for Moira because she was getting no money from her husband. It upset me a lot that I’d forgotten. Don’t ask me why but that got me to thinking about the fact I’d told my friend James that I’d interview his daughter Peggy and hadn’t gotten back to him on that. Of course that thought got me to thinking about Gina and the fact she’d be leaving in just four weeks. My head was spinning.
I seldom watched pro football on TV until the weather made it uncomfortable to work outside. That Sunday had started out fairly nice but by the time church was over it was getting nasty. By the time we’d eaten lunch it has started to rain. I’d had it in mind to rake the leaves from the back yard out into the farm. John, the neighbor farmer, had told me it was OK and it saved me a lot of time not having to bag them up and cart them to the ‘dump’. So, with the rain I rationalized that it would be permissible to take the afternoon off and watch the game. However, watching it from my recliner was a guarantee that I’d fall asleep... and I did.
When I woke up the game was over. Whenever I’d watch a game Elle would send the kids to the basement to play. I didn’t hear any sounds at all and Elle wasn’t in sight. I got out of my recliner and headed for the kitchen. As I started down the hall I heard a German accent so I stopped. It was Phyllis, Barbara’s mother. The next thing I heard was Elle asking a question and it seemed to be for Barbara. But, the answer came from Phyllis. Then I heard Phyllis say something like ”Isn’t that right, Barbara?“ but didn’t hear an answer. I hadn’t expected Elle to follow up on our bedtime conversation quite this quickly but it seemed like that was what was happening. Knowing I wouldn’t be welcome in the conversation I retreated to the den. From my recliner I could see out onto the patio and had a first hand look at anybody leaving the house. It might have been fifteen or twenty minutes before I saw Barbara leave. I waited for a few minutes for Phyllis but she didn’t follow. I got up again and went back to where I’d overheard Phyllis speaking earlier. I heard Elle asking Phyllis to be sure Barbara was OK with the arrangement but I didn’t hear an answer. The last thing I heard was Elle saying was that she wanted Barbara to feel comfortable. Then I heard the door close.
I hesitated for a minute or so before walking out into the kitchen. I could see concern on Elle’s face. In my mind I knew I had to ask but I acted like I had no idea what had taken place. I remember clearly what she had to say. Having heard Phyllis speak for Barbara I thought she’d be all over Phyllis. But all Elle would say was that she wanted to talk with Barbara alone. Other than that she wouldn’t tell me anything about what had taken place. However, having been married to her for nine years had taught me to be patient and if I did she’d eventually tell me and without having to plead.
Monday was a LONG day! As I previously had written I was happy to have a replacement for Hank (the messenger/custodian) so quickly. Both Bret and I found that filling in for him after his death made for a lot of aggravation. However, it was a long and tedious process walking the new man, Mike, through all the things he was to do. I did manage to call Brucie on the matter of Moira’s rental of one of his mobile homes and pleaded her case. Moira had told me that anything over $100 a month would be almost impossible for her. The amount Brucie had given me was $120 with $50 of it for rent of the unit and the rest for the pad. Brucie could be a real A__ H___ but I’d had dealings with him in the past and as long as I didn’t get upset could usually get him to ‘bend’. I told him about her ‘limit’ and asked if he’d cut it back to $100 for six months until she could get the situation with her husband squared away. He hemmed and hawed for a few minutes but finally said OK and hung up. I remember sitting there holding the receiver in my hand for a few seconds. Needless to say Moira had mixed emotions when I told her, glad she had a place to stay but still worried about how to pay for it. I told her she worried too much and got a smile in return.
While at lunch the service bureau had called and left a message that the missing telephone company switch would be installed sometime during the week and that they were shipping two teller machines to us on Thursday. That made for two pieces of good news but it forced me into planning for the work to be done. It included training on the new machines. There was lot to be done in a short period of time. Bret had done the preliminary floor planning but now I’d have to tell everyone what was about to happen. I’d decided to put Gina in charge of the name and address project but hadn’t told her (or anybody else) about it. I knew I’d get some ‘flak’ for my choice but was determined to go forth. I figured the place to start was with Gina.
To be continued...
I left it up to Elle to make contact with Phyllis knowing I wouldn’t be a part of any conversation about it anyway. My thoughts were on the upcoming week at work with the new man, Mike, replacing the recently departed Hank. Even though he’d be there, both Bret and I would still have to walk him through all the things he had to do and when to do them. I was hoping he was a quick learner. Also on my agenda was following up with the service bureau and the telephone company on the missing switch so we could get started on the name and address transfer since November was right around the corner. As I mentally went through the week it suddenly came to me that I’d not followed up with Brucie on the rental of the mobile home for Moira. I’d gotten so engrossed with my plan for Elle’s birthday ‘present’ on Friday that I’d completely forgotten that I was going to call him about how much he was planning on charging for rent. There were two parts to it... rent for the unit itself and then the pad rental. The amount was critical for Moira because she was getting no money from her husband. It upset me a lot that I’d forgotten. Don’t ask me why but that got me to thinking about the fact I’d told my friend James that I’d interview his daughter Peggy and hadn’t gotten back to him on that. Of course that thought got me to thinking about Gina and the fact she’d be leaving in just four weeks. My head was spinning.
I seldom watched pro football on TV until the weather made it uncomfortable to work outside. That Sunday had started out fairly nice but by the time church was over it was getting nasty. By the time we’d eaten lunch it has started to rain. I’d had it in mind to rake the leaves from the back yard out into the farm. John, the neighbor farmer, had told me it was OK and it saved me a lot of time not having to bag them up and cart them to the ‘dump’. So, with the rain I rationalized that it would be permissible to take the afternoon off and watch the game. However, watching it from my recliner was a guarantee that I’d fall asleep... and I did.
When I woke up the game was over. Whenever I’d watch a game Elle would send the kids to the basement to play. I didn’t hear any sounds at all and Elle wasn’t in sight. I got out of my recliner and headed for the kitchen. As I started down the hall I heard a German accent so I stopped. It was Phyllis, Barbara’s mother. The next thing I heard was Elle asking a question and it seemed to be for Barbara. But, the answer came from Phyllis. Then I heard Phyllis say something like ”Isn’t that right, Barbara?“ but didn’t hear an answer. I hadn’t expected Elle to follow up on our bedtime conversation quite this quickly but it seemed like that was what was happening. Knowing I wouldn’t be welcome in the conversation I retreated to the den. From my recliner I could see out onto the patio and had a first hand look at anybody leaving the house. It might have been fifteen or twenty minutes before I saw Barbara leave. I waited for a few minutes for Phyllis but she didn’t follow. I got up again and went back to where I’d overheard Phyllis speaking earlier. I heard Elle asking Phyllis to be sure Barbara was OK with the arrangement but I didn’t hear an answer. The last thing I heard was Elle saying was that she wanted Barbara to feel comfortable. Then I heard the door close.
I hesitated for a minute or so before walking out into the kitchen. I could see concern on Elle’s face. In my mind I knew I had to ask but I acted like I had no idea what had taken place. I remember clearly what she had to say. Having heard Phyllis speak for Barbara I thought she’d be all over Phyllis. But all Elle would say was that she wanted to talk with Barbara alone. Other than that she wouldn’t tell me anything about what had taken place. However, having been married to her for nine years had taught me to be patient and if I did she’d eventually tell me and without having to plead.
Monday was a LONG day! As I previously had written I was happy to have a replacement for Hank (the messenger/custodian) so quickly. Both Bret and I found that filling in for him after his death made for a lot of aggravation. However, it was a long and tedious process walking the new man, Mike, through all the things he was to do. I did manage to call Brucie on the matter of Moira’s rental of one of his mobile homes and pleaded her case. Moira had told me that anything over $100 a month would be almost impossible for her. The amount Brucie had given me was $120 with $50 of it for rent of the unit and the rest for the pad. Brucie could be a real A__ H___ but I’d had dealings with him in the past and as long as I didn’t get upset could usually get him to ‘bend’. I told him about her ‘limit’ and asked if he’d cut it back to $100 for six months until she could get the situation with her husband squared away. He hemmed and hawed for a few minutes but finally said OK and hung up. I remember sitting there holding the receiver in my hand for a few seconds. Needless to say Moira had mixed emotions when I told her, glad she had a place to stay but still worried about how to pay for it. I told her she worried too much and got a smile in return.
While at lunch the service bureau had called and left a message that the missing telephone company switch would be installed sometime during the week and that they were shipping two teller machines to us on Thursday. That made for two pieces of good news but it forced me into planning for the work to be done. It included training on the new machines. There was lot to be done in a short period of time. Bret had done the preliminary floor planning but now I’d have to tell everyone what was about to happen. I’d decided to put Gina in charge of the name and address project but hadn’t told her (or anybody else) about it. I knew I’d get some ‘flak’ for my choice but was determined to go forth. I figured the place to start was with Gina.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 07, 2016
A PAUSE... for a little self promotion
A PAUSE... for a little self promotion... and a peek into the future of "Fancy Panties"
Today is the 10th anniversary of my first Blogger post and the creation of "Fancy Panties". Since that first one I’ve made 1189 more.
I’ll admit that I had no intention of taking it this far. I just wanted to try putting some of my experiences as a panty fetishist down and to be able to go back and relive them at my leisure. The fact that I picked up a few followers along the way was a bit surprising but it has been fun to read the little snippets that have been posted. They serve to encourage me to continue to write. BUT...
Through the years I’ve used a combination of notes, pictures and various types of diaries to jog my memory. Being anal, (inherited) I’d kept almost everything that I thought might be interesting to go back and to review at some time in the future... sports programs, magazines, comic books etc. Two years ago my wife (Elle) and I decided to move from a house we’d occupied for over 30 years into an apartment. Talk about downsizing! It was daunting. In the process of trashing the stuff that I’d been collecting for over 50 years I came across the materials that have been the source of most of my writings for the past two years. They were the large version of the pocket Day Timer. Reading them brought back so many memories that had long ago been lost that I ended up letting the material drive the blog. Too much information! I should’ve cut back on it a long time ago. For those of you who agree... good news.
These old Day Timers had been boxed up back in the 70’s and mixed in with a lot of other boxed memorabilia and ended up moving each time we did... always with the intention of going through the stuff... but it never happened... until two years ago. Because of this blog, I was ecstatic with find of the Day Timers because it gave detail to foggy memories. However, there turned out to be a problem. Somewhere along the way water got into some of the boxes and when I discovered it there was no way to salvage the contents. The pages on most were almost glued together and on others the ink had run or even disappeared. On top of that I’m convinced that as time was running out on me to get stuff moved out of the house I ended up shredding some things that I would like to have used in future postings. So...
Once I finish up with October (the current posting, Part 143) there will be a new format, one that more aligns me with the original intention of writing about the girls/women I’ve known and their panties. I haven’t come up with the format as yet but some materials that I kept separate from the day timers will help with the women from work and, of course, picture albums that can trigger wide ranging memories as well. I have hope that by, some miracle, you’ll find something of interest in the blog as time passes.
To those who have stuck with the blog lo theses many years (and words), THANK YOU! ... for the support. I hope you won’t be disappointed with what is to come. BTW... there will be pictures. :-)
Today is the 10th anniversary of my first Blogger post and the creation of "Fancy Panties". Since that first one I’ve made 1189 more.
I’ll admit that I had no intention of taking it this far. I just wanted to try putting some of my experiences as a panty fetishist down and to be able to go back and relive them at my leisure. The fact that I picked up a few followers along the way was a bit surprising but it has been fun to read the little snippets that have been posted. They serve to encourage me to continue to write. BUT...
Through the years I’ve used a combination of notes, pictures and various types of diaries to jog my memory. Being anal, (inherited) I’d kept almost everything that I thought might be interesting to go back and to review at some time in the future... sports programs, magazines, comic books etc. Two years ago my wife (Elle) and I decided to move from a house we’d occupied for over 30 years into an apartment. Talk about downsizing! It was daunting. In the process of trashing the stuff that I’d been collecting for over 50 years I came across the materials that have been the source of most of my writings for the past two years. They were the large version of the pocket Day Timer. Reading them brought back so many memories that had long ago been lost that I ended up letting the material drive the blog. Too much information! I should’ve cut back on it a long time ago. For those of you who agree... good news.
These old Day Timers had been boxed up back in the 70’s and mixed in with a lot of other boxed memorabilia and ended up moving each time we did... always with the intention of going through the stuff... but it never happened... until two years ago. Because of this blog, I was ecstatic with find of the Day Timers because it gave detail to foggy memories. However, there turned out to be a problem. Somewhere along the way water got into some of the boxes and when I discovered it there was no way to salvage the contents. The pages on most were almost glued together and on others the ink had run or even disappeared. On top of that I’m convinced that as time was running out on me to get stuff moved out of the house I ended up shredding some things that I would like to have used in future postings. So...
Once I finish up with October (the current posting, Part 143) there will be a new format, one that more aligns me with the original intention of writing about the girls/women I’ve known and their panties. I haven’t come up with the format as yet but some materials that I kept separate from the day timers will help with the women from work and, of course, picture albums that can trigger wide ranging memories as well. I have hope that by, some miracle, you’ll find something of interest in the blog as time passes.
To those who have stuck with the blog lo theses many years (and words), THANK YOU! ... for the support. I hope you won’t be disappointed with what is to come. BTW... there will be pictures. :-)
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