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If The Boss Only Knew
You know how the saying goes "When the cat is away, the mice will play." Have you ever back stabbed a co-worker, peer, or EVEN your boss? Do you involve yourself in political game playing, office manuvering, or one-upsmanship games to advance your job position? Are you secretly gunning for the boss's job? Have you setup a fellow co-worker to take an embarrassing hit? Have you positioned yourself as an expert in subject matter you know absolutely nothing about? Have you thrown a fellow co-worker under the bus to secure a promotion? Have YOU been thrown under the bus?

Maybe your office place dealings are more sexual in nature.. Have you been involved in an office place fling with a co-worker behind your bosses back? Did your office place sexcapades lead you to a promotion, or ultimately get you canned? Adult Confessions is the place to share all the juicy details. Your boss will never be the wiser! ;-)
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    If the boss only knew what a hell hole this place is to work for.
    I have African Americans screaming discrimination when given a job they don't want to do.
    I have Jehovah's Witnesses claiming religous discrimination when they get caught not following procedures.
    All the while I have to pick up their slack & work overtime.

    #830 — Comments (0) — Sep 22, 2002 at 9:20 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My boss has always been a mean jerk.
    He would wait until I was leaving for lunch & bring me "rush" letters to be typed.
    Or he would wait until the last minute to approve time off. Often, at the last minute, he would deny it.
    I knew he had serious control issues, and a bit high strung.
    Anyway, he had been working on a big project for the district manager. We had a glitch one day when the computers went down.
    Just as they came back online. I went in & wiped out his project.
    He was so pissed! But, we blamed it on the glitch.
    He wound up getting fired, but I don't feel bad. Maybe at his next job, he won't be so mean!!

    #828 — Comments (2) — Sep 16, 2002 at 3:43 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    i lost a bet with my wife. If I lost, I had to wear pantyhose to work one day. I thought, no big deal (boy, were they constricting) and met her demands. A bet's a bet. Only, she didn't believe I wore then so she checked with my secretary to make sure I wore them all day. (They both thought it was a great idea if I would wear them everyday.) I didn't know she was going to tell my secretary. Boy was I embarassed when she IM'd me asking if I was wearing my "PH" like my wife told me to. But I didn't know that was nothing. When I replied, I didn't realize someone else was there at her computer and saw the response. The other girl asked "What's 'PH' mean?" at lunch that day in front of 6 other women. When they could tell I was nervous about it, they all started guessing, and my secretary gave it away with her face when they got the right answer. God, was I embarassed. I'm 6'3" and in no way gay. It was just a bet. So you can immagine my and their reaction to fin out I wore pantyhose to work. One of them jokingly asked if she could borrow a pair because she had a run in hers. I told her that I would go buy her a new pair if she kept quiet about it. The rest of them immediately thought that blackamil was a great idea, and I ended up taking a list to the drug store for the 6 women. They told me to get some more for myself or they would tell the other guys in the office. I was humiliated when I was checking out and the cashier recognized me. Now, my secretary keeps some in her desk to keep me in line. I've had to wear them a couple of times since then and they all know when I'm wearing them and come in my office and tease me. Whenever any of them gets a run, I had to go get another pair for them. It has gotten so bad, I have started pre-ordering them and keeping them in the office so I don't have to leave. They email their list to me each month. They love it. (last month, I spent over $180 at One Hanes Place) Both having the upper hand, and not having to spend a fortune on pantyhose each month is quite a thrill for them. Geeze, I didn't know they cost so much! I've never been blackmailed before, but it won't happen again.

    #827 — Comments (20) — Sep 14, 2002 at 6:16 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My boss is always coming up to my desk and taking my mints. Does she ever offer to pay for the 1/2 box she eats? No!!
    So one day I rode my bike at lunch. I went to the bathromm and rubbed tic tacs all over my sweaty balls, and put them back in the container.
    She still takes them, but now I just secretly laff my ass off!

    #826 — Comments (1) — Aug 31, 2002 at 1:59 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My boss is a really nice guy,who cares all about his employees,but sometimes he gets a little stressed when we ask for too much.Well,two weeks ago, he gave me a big promotion,with diffrent hours and everything.the first day on the job with my promotion I went to work at 11:30am instead of 9:30.When I got to work,I sat in my office,wich I had slightly redecorated.My promotion came with a reclining chair and one ream of paper!I was so exited!I even got to pick up a cup of hazelnut coffee(my favorite)before work.I drank ,and orgonized paperwork for about two hours,when I decided that it was time to go to the ladies room.I was begining to feel pressure in my bladder.I looked at my watch.It was around 1:45.My next break wasnt until 3:30.I decided to wait and hold it.I got to 2:30 before I really had to go.I jammmed my hands into my panties and pressed my fingers agains my pussy,trying with all my might to hold in the pee.When I just couldnt hold it anymore,I looked around frantically,rubbing my thighs together.I closed the door to my office all the way,and scrambled to the plant in the corner.it was a very small tree,with light green leaves.I stood directly above the pot,with the tree almost between my legs.I lowered my panties,but didnt take them off,I knew that they would gt wet anyway.shaking,I lifted my skirt,and spread my legs wide,then I started squirting out pee,as not to get it on the floor.I started losing control,shooting long hard squirts into the flower pot.I decided to let go,letting all of the pee flood out,like a waterfall.I soon realized that it was making a lot of noise.A bunch of people at the office gathered at my door.Even the boss.When they opened the door,everyone saw everything.I was more embarrassed than I had ever been.The next day I got demoted,but I quit.I was sick of everyone teasing me.

    #825 — Comments (2) — Aug 29, 2002 at 10:20 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    i was pissed at the 2 foremen in my shop, so when i took a smash after lunch, i wrote in magic marker on the side of the roll(you know those big office rolls)"i just took a jeff and wiped my julio." the guys in the locker room were crying laughing and i just sat back and enjoyed

    #823 — Comments (1) — Aug 23, 2002 at 7:42 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My boss is a beeyatch. TO get back at her and my employer, I steal hand soap, boxes of gloves, sodas from the fridge, unopened canned food from the fridge, and I throw away people's nonsense printouts from the office, like recipes and horoscopes. One time I printed a 200-page document for my wife entitled "how to suck cock" and I took it home. The fuckers here do hardly any work, come in at 8 when they're supposed to be here at 7:30, leave at 3:45 when they're supposed tbe here until 4, and take shitloads of breaks and personal days. Why can't I have a personal day? I work from 7:30 until 5:30 or 6, every day. 3/5 days I work late, until 7. I have to fucking get here at 7:30 to get a fucking parking space. Idiots next door take an hour lunch break. Girls in my office take 6-week vacations, one takes 9 weeks a year. I take 3. Where is the FUCKING justice? I go to the office fridge and take their yogurt cups and fruit and drop them down the stairwell. I steal beer and valuable food items from fridges. If you want me to stop, START PAYING ME MORE THAN $18,500 a year!! I have an M.S. from a reputable institution and I work 50-60 hours per week. If you don't want your shit stolen, pay me a decent fucking wage, assholes.

    #822 — Comments (7) — Aug 13, 2002 at 1:20 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was the secretary/receptionist at a local company, I would wear a certain skirt almost every friday. It had an overlapping slit in front that curved like tulip peddles. It was a little short, but the slit was mostly closed when I was standing.
    I noticed that when I wore that skirt, the men in the office would visit and sit the guest chair at the side of my desk and talk. I thought it was just friday casual. One day I had a thought and placed a chair in front of my full length mirror at home before going to work on friday. I saw that when I sat down the slit in my skirt opened and gave an easy view of everything. As I never wear panties under a skirt, only shear to the waist pantyhose, or nothing in the summer it was quit a show. Suddenly I knew why all the attention on friday! I knew I was showing some leg and I liked the attention, but I didn't know I was leaving nothing to the imagination. That day I was very aware when the men in the office started to visit. At first I didn't turn my chair to face them, just kept close to my desk. As the day went on I found myself relaxing and would face them as normal. When they would look down I found that it was a turn on, and exciting but I pretended not to notice the looks. Needless to saw it became a friday tradition which waisted a lot of man hours, but made friday something to look forward to!

    #821 — Comments (2) — Jul 3, 2002 at 5:14 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I work in a small company of about 25 people. There are about 10 ladies. We usually take out first break about 10am. Every month, there's this one lady that's always asking for quarters for the Modess Machine. She doesn't like to carry her own supplies. There are 3 stalls in our Ladies Room(one handicapped and 2 regular). She usually uses the same stall do change her pads(the Modess boxes are usually sticking out of the receptacle inside the stall. One month, when she was due for her period, we decided to play a trick on her. When that day came, she again did ask us for some quarters. During our morning break, some of us saw her buying a pad from the Modess Machine. After the morning break was over, that's when the fun began. While 2 or 3 of us were busy keeping a watch on her at her desk, about 5 of us went into the Ladies Room to play our trick on her. First of all, we taped Modess Pads all over the 3 stalls. At certain places, we put up signs that read "Take your Pick." Then, we put a little ketchup on the commode seats in two of the stalls. We placed an out of order sign on the other stall door. On the Modess Machine, we put on a sign that read Mary's Rag Box(Not her real name). Finally, the Ladies Room was ready for her. She usually uses the Ladies Room again, before she goes to lunch. Well lunch time came, and like clockwork, she headed to the Ladies Room. The rest of us were sitting at our desks. When she got inside the Ladies Room, she let out a loud noise. Some of us went to see what she was doing. When we got inside the Ladies Room, she was having a ball, picking off the Modess Pads from the stalls. Then she went into the stall, she uses the most. When she saw the ketchup on the commode seat, she started to laugh. She asked, if anyone else had there period. Two of the ladies said yes. Then she said, here's some pads. We all had a good laugh at her expense. She doesn't ask for quarters anymore, but she still uses the Modess Machine, just like some of us who are forgetful when that time of the month comes around. At least, one of her habits got broken.

    #819 — Comments (2) — Jun 24, 2002 at 2:32 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I ain't no girlscout, but I made some cookies one day. There was this self imposed elitist click that thought they were so cool and so great. This was in the 80's, so you can imagine what they dressed like thinking they were all Wang Chung Tonight (Think Zappa's "Disco Boy" song) Anyway, this particular click really pissed me off. I bought some pepperidge farm cookies, the thin ones with the dark chocolate in the middle. Nuked them in the microwave a few seconds, peeled them apart, scraped the chocolate off, and instead added some Exlax that I melted via doubler boiler method (chocolate in a pot, pot in some hot water) and smeared the exlax in the cookies. Who'd know? I put the cookies back in the original bag and left in in the break room. There were 5 cookies loaded with the exlax, the rest were normal. That means about 3 bars of exlax per "laced" cookie. Sure enough, this click took their regular break at the same time, and helped themselves to the cookies. (It was very common for people to bring stuff in and share it with each other)(I did tell a few people I liked "do not eat the cookies" but did not say why) Later on in the day the cookies started to kick in, after everyone came back around one and two o'clock lunch.One of my targets was walking around rubbing his belly saying, "Oh man, I shouldn't have eaten White Castles- belly bombers" Another target (a woman) went up to the data entry manager (who I warned NOT to eat the cookies) and said, "Man, I've been wiping my asshole so much it HURTS!" The other target apparently did not get one of the GOOD cookies. other people did, though, like the credit assistant who shall remain nameless- this woman always ate watercress sandwiches, yogurt, or cottage cheese, oh what self-control she had, always on a diet and sticking to it, bragging about how she suffered and would like nothing more than to eat a bacon cheeseburger with fries, but oh, no, I can't, I'm on a DIET!!! That lady must have glommed herself a few of those cookies because she was out the next day because of diarreah. The credit manager must have helped herself, too, because she was overheard saying, "I had a cold, but I FEEL LIKE IT'S LEAVING MY SYSTEM NOW" Yes, the ladies' room stunk, but it was the sweet smell of victory. The funniest part is, two of my "targets" were phone sales people and were required to sit at their desk all day to answer the phone. If they had to leave their desk, they had to tell the receptionist why. "Gotta go shit my brains out again!" At the end of the day it was also funny- one of the targets did a peel-out of the parking lot in her new Camaro- guess she wanted to make it home before she shit all over her seats. That's what they get for messing with me. I may not be all-powerful, but I know your habits and thus can control your bowels. Ha ha ha How do you feel now, big shots?

    #818 — Comments (3) — Jun 15, 2002 at 7:58 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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