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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

    After I graduated from high school, I took a year off to earn some money for college. I worked in this old Chik-Fil-A restaurant. It was -old-. The year after I got done, they closed it and opened a new one in the new mall down the road.

    Well, anyway, because I had worked there before, the manager gave me an assisstant manager job, which basically meant I got the shitty night shift. Actually, it wasn't so bad because I got to sleep in in the mornings and got to just goof off until noon when I had to start getting ready to go in to work. So, the manager asks me to interview some new applicants, and there were a couple of high school kids who'd worked in a little burger shop before, and seemed to pretty much know eveything they needed to know. We had two positions, and they wanted to work together, so it was perfect. But then I saw Tom, and he was a hottie. He was looking just for summer work, and since the other two didn't want to be split up, if I picked Tom, I'd have to either be short of find someone else. Well, as we were sitting down for the interview, he lifted his shirt a bit to scratch an itch and when I saw the ripples of his abs, he had the job right then and there.

    I eventually found one other person, but the point of the whole ploy was to be working with Tom. He had short brown hair, brown eyes with touches of green, great arms and his abs - they were soooo sweet.

    So me and one of the other girls were sitting down after we closed, and we were talking about Tom - it was one of his nights off. We talked about how it would be cool to have a peephole into the changing room since Tom always came and left the store in street clothes. She got up my nerve and we actually found a spot where we could put a hole in the wall that would be impossible to see from in there, and could be covered on the other side. I took the crappy old drill we had and made a hole. It took me a week to get up the nerve to look in the hole, but when I did, I was glad I did. Tom was changing, and he stood there shirtless, in his briefs and white socks as he rummaged through his locker. It was so cool to watch his - his body was just perfect. A couple of times I saw his reach into his underwear to straighten himself, or whatever guys do, and once I watched as he stripped down to nothing as he changed into a bathing suit. His was not the first penis and guys ass I saw, and it looked a little silly as it flopped around, but it was a rush anyway.

    When he left in August it was disappointing, and I peeked in on one other guy and a couple of girls, just to see what was up, but Tom was the best. Man, that was five years ago and I have no idea where Tom is now ... but I'll tell you this, Tom - you gave me four years worth of fantasies while I was away at school!

    #824 — Comments (0) — Mar 28, 2001 at 2:52 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I probably put in about 10-20 hrs of real work a week. The
    rest of the time I'm surfing the Internet.

    #820 — Comments (0) — Mar 10, 2001 at 9:43 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I first started this new job, I was poor, right out of college - and I needed a printer for my computer at home. So we had this room of old printers that were just sitting in storage, and I took one and brought it home, intending to keep it. My moms saw it and wondered where I got it, and I said I borrowed it from work. I used it all one weekend, but guilt got the better of me and I put it back Monday morning. Good thing, because about a week later I guess they inventoried the storeroom, and found a couple of things missing.

    #814 — Comments (0) — Mar 7, 2001 at 11:26 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    yes a long long time ago, I hooked up with a senior supervisor at work. He was cute and liked me too, so we starting dating, a big company no-no. Kind of hard to hide the secret especially when you work in the same department. Well we did get caught by whom I don't know. We tried sneaking off to the conference room when no one was around to have some fun! But someone caught us and I think said something, because he later on told me he couldn't see me any more because of the slack he was getting. Yes I was disappointed to say the least until a few months later I found out he got engaged to another supervisor what a jack ass he turned out to be!

    #811 — Comments (2) — Mar 5, 2001 at 9:17 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Years ago, our email system was unix-server based, and everyone worked off dumb terminals. No Exchange, no Notes, no internet mail, no nothing - just the unix mail client.

    Someone sent a only-slightly off-color joke to the entire department, and it was a good laugh. Being new, I decided to reply to the author with a very dirty joke, something about fags and a truck driver. I used "R" to reply, instead of "r" ... in the unix mail world, the upper case R is a "Reply-all" and soon, I was getting all kinds of calls asking how I had the nerve to send out so vulgar a joke.

    Fortunately in those days, I had the root password and was able to go into the mailbox file for all users and delete my email by hand - I deleted it from the VP's and my manager's mail first, of course, then hit every other mailbox. Saved my ass by the skin of my teeth.

    Now, root access on a unix system ... that's a WHOLE other set of confessions!

    #792 — Comments (1) — Mar 4, 2001 at 9:33 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Posted by Anonymous

    This woman, who was a higher-up in the company I worked for, never knew that I knew she flunked out of law school.

    I used to work as an editor for this legal newspaper which was run by her daddy. When I first met her, I thought she looked familiar. And then after that I heard someone call her Ms. S*******. And then it all came tumbling back. Too bad for her I have a really, really good memory.

    First year of law school, the profs address every one as Mr or Ms So and So. And I remember my torts professor, a mean, nasty bitch, calling on Ms. S******, oh let's call her Susan, and Susan would stand there at her seat trembling with that deer in the headlight look.

    She kept to herself and I never saw her after first year. Which means, she "under 75d." Flunked out. Or worse, she gave up.

    So everytime we had our monthly management meetings with her Daddy, who is also an idiot, I got this sick pleasure. Okay we all did. But that's cause we were sick of her being the boss of us.

    And then the Wall Street Frickin Journal, of all the publications in the world, writes this nasty article about the Corporation, how it's run by Daddy who employs all of his unemployable children, and that the one child being primed for running the show, god forbid, is Ms. Susan who has no degree in anything discernible or experience that anyone knows about.

    And the entire freakin' office is photocopying this article and passing it around and snickering at our desks.

    Boy are we petty.

    #778 — Comments (0) — Mar 1, 2001 at 1:24 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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