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| Wacky Jill | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||||||||||||
| 04 October 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||||
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I'm off on a new tack, trying to handle detail and struggling. Wacky Jill. “I’m not a great planner, I seem to wander aimlessly from crisis to crisis and yet somehow I survive. So I’m a single parent with a daughter in her early teens, but she’s never gone without and I’m buying my own home. Tall, for a woman, dark haired, brown eyed, large busted with surprisingly slim hips, pert bum and narrow waist but huge nose! Looking for a man who’s fun, straight, no kinks and caring. Wacky Jill.” She spell checked the E-Mail and then hit submit. One more forlorn entry on yet another “Date Line”-Website was sent. Then she remembered that she’d not checked the post. She signed off the Website, closed down the computer and walked out of the “study” into the Kitchen where her daughter had left today’s mail. There were eight items, four of which went straight in the bin unopened, three were opened and glanced at, but she left to last the one she dreaded to open. She so needed a new job, more money, opportunities for promotion and so on. She knew what it said without opening it. “Thank you but no thank you”. Her daughter, who had been looking on at her, broke the silence, “Go on Mum open it, oh bugger it, if you don’t I will, in fact I have. Mum you’ve got the job, if you hadn’t I’d have torn it up like the others.” WJ couldn’t get angry, “like mother like daughter”; WJ would have done the same thing if the boot had been on the other foot. She opened the letter, her mind focussed on, “five grand a year more, a bonus worth between 5-10% and a Company car. Start Monday fortnight.” She thought, “Thank god I’m on a Week‘s Notice.” WJ looked at her daughter and tried to sound severe “Right young lady, that games console you wanted, go on, order it on E-Bay.” The next two weeks flew past, and her first week in her new job was a blur of; visits to offices, the meeting of people and finally taking delivery of her first ever new car. However it all came into sharp relief on the Friday when she met “The Big Boss” He told her that next Monday her computer would be installed along with a Broadband line. So she would spend Monday at home and would read up all the bumph that she’d collected from HR, the Big Boss and several other well meaning souls. The Big Boss continued “Then you will spend the next four days with one of our best Surveyors. He will be responsible for supervising you for the first month. Then you’re on own, sink or swim, best of luck, off you go, you’ve got an early finish.” She got home early enough to pick her daughter and a few friends up from school. The girls were very impressed with the new car. When she got to her village she dropped the girls off one by one, but her daughter got out with one of her friends saying, “See you later mum”. So WJ arrived home alone. She wanted to tell her daughter about her day and next week, she needed to talk to somebody. The phone rang, WJ answered it but did not give her number merely saying “Hello” A man’s voice answered, “And hello to you too, now about next week, I’ve put in the post details about Tuesday’s visits including directions to the first appointment. I ought to tell you what it is we do for a living because I doubt that anyone has bothered with this slight detail.” He was very easy to talk to and she was surprised to find that when she put the phone down that over an hour had slipped away. He was so different from his Boss, who was self-important and pompous, but she was worried because the Boss had described the man as being, “Just like me”. Perhaps he was quite chatty, but only when he was off duty. At the weekend she hosted her adoptive parents, she had no idea who her real parents were and no desire to find them. The weekend was a real joy, her parent’s were so proud and asked her over and over again about the job, the Big Boss and the Man. Even the daughter stopped looking at WJ in a condescending manner. It was soon Monday and the post arrived and their was a large envelope, it contained details regarding Tuesday’s visits, advice about “dress” including the Instruction that she should, “Wear trousers, sensible flat shoes, and bring her safety gear if she had any, which she did, (it had been issued on Tuesday or was it Wednesday). Finally there was a large greetings card that had a picture of Laurel and Hardy on the front, they were stood in a sinking rowing boat, inside the cardwas a hand written message; -“Welcome aboard Stanley, we’ll make a fine team.” B/W Ollie. For no apparent reason she burst into tears. To be continued.
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