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I pushed open the office door to find the boss "enjoying" his secretary on his desk.
I believe the standard euphemism is that she was 'taking dictation'.
I pushed open the office door to find the boss "enjoying" his secretary on his desk.
Well she was definitely taking something. I didn't look obviously.I believe that the standard euphemism is that she was 'taking dictation'.
Each to their own of course and I'm not judging but they were both married to other people at the time. I think they did subsequently marry.I guess if it was consensual then it would be okay, except he had the power to fire her, and she may have had bills to pay or family to support. If she worked as a hobby, then, I guess it was a perk!
I hope she claimed overtime.In the mid nineties I was working late in the office (was a one off - I detested the place). A persistent banging was audible from another office, when I thought the place was empty. Stupidly I pushed open the office door to find the boss "enjoying" his secretary on his desk. Relationship went downhill after that and I left shortly after.
One of the spookiest things that I've experienced happened in an office late at night, when I was working alone. About 9 o'clock, in an old 1870's office in a back street in York. Suddenly I heard someone talking, quite loud, just outside the open office door - I say talking, it was just one, short, nonsensical syllable, then silence. I can't remember exactly what was said, but it was some thing short and plosive, like
'That.'
or
'What.'
or
'Might'
or
'Light'
or something like that. Then silence.
I expected someone to walk in, perhaps a couple of people talking to each other, but nothing. Like gavin burnett, I leapt up and searched the entire building, but there was no-one there. My hair stood on end the whole time, of course. Eventually I decided it was someone walking past the front door in the street outside, having a loud (and possibly drunken) conversation of which I only heard one syllable.
Perhaps gavin burnett's mysterious noise was a sound outside in the street, amplified by internal acoustics.
People don't 'shun' travelling by bus, necessarily. It's just that if you've got to walk half a mile to the bus stop and then a mile at the far end from the bus stop to the destination, when you can drive door to door, why would you?
I guess if it was consensual then it would be okay, except he had the power to fire her, and she may have had bills to pay or family to support. If she worked as a hobby, then, I guess it was a perk!
And yet both Crewkerne and Yeovil stations survived, despite being a considerable distance from the towns, and many others too. So why did some close and not others?Sadly this was the undoing of many railway branch lines back in the post-War period. A lot of rural stations were built a considerable distance from the towns and villages they were intended to serve and usually with a steep hill involved, too. A great example of this is the former Torrington (Devon) station which was a 1.2 mile walk up a very steep hill from the town centre (another was Dulverton (Somerset) at two miles from the town it served). This was in main due to Victorian-era economics, as the railway lines were built along river valleys where possible to avoid expensive engineering work. Also working engines on gradients was expensive in terms of fuel and limited the loads that could be hauled by one locomotive. Thus, lines followed contours and valleys to eliminate gradients as much as possible. Unfortunately, local bus companies took advantage of this and would run their services from village and town centres, making them much more attractive to both locals and visitors alike.
The dread wrath of Dr Beeching?And yet both Crewkerne and Yeovil stations survived, despite being a considerable distance from the towns, and many others too. So why did some close and not others?
Worse than 'The Dread Pirate Roberts'!!!!The dread wrath of Dr Beeching?
The dread wrath of Dr Beeching?
And in so many different ways!People have screwed colleagues in or outside of work for thousands of years.
Me - never. Honest gov it wasn't me. I never done it.People have screwed colleagues in or outside of work for thousands of years.
I walked in on my boss and his secretary in the same position once. A few years later I started a new job and a girl in my team asked where I'd worked before. When I told her her first response was "Oh, you must know my Auntie who works there".In the mid nineties I was working late in the office (was a one off - I detested the place). A persistent banging was audible from another office, when I thought the place was empty. Stupidly I pushed open the office door to find the boss "enjoying" his secretary on his desk. Relationship went downhill after that and I left shortly after.
^ Chanelling George Takei ^Oh my!
I believe the standard euphemism is that she was 'taking dictation'.
Crewkerne and Yeovil Junction are on the former Southern Railway main line from London Waterloo to Exeter (and beyond). During the Beeching years consideration was given to to closing the line between Salisbury and Exeter or Yeovil and Exeter but thankfully the line survived. However, it was reduced to Secondary line status and singled with passing points during the 1960s. By the 1980s it had become rundown and unreliable, with two-hour gaps between services hauled by ageing, unreliable locomotives. Delays were frequent and the alternative Primary route (former GWR mainline) between Exeter and London via Castle Cary had received significant investment in terms of new signalling, upgraded track work and and faster, air-conditioned InterCity 125 trains. I know this as I was a regular passenger between Salisbury and Exeter from 1989-1994 and suffered no end of delays due to basically knackered locomotives.And yet both Crewkerne and Yeovil stations survived, despite being a considerable distance from the towns, and many others too. So why did some close and not others?
Oh, go on!We won't even talk about the office block I worked in (again with work BF) that was extremely weird, near the Tower of London. Definite presence on the stairs......
There was some over time, some under time...I hope she claimed overtime.