Good morning gentle readers! I hope everyone is doing well. Do something for your health today as we only get one go round in this crazy world. I will keep writing so long as you keep reading, we have a good thing going and I wouldn’t want anything to spoil it 😉
Speaking of this crazy world, orflash64 asks:
“Six, you have stated that you have signed several contracts, were they all close by or did you have to pick up and move out of town, out of state, across the country? Did any of the contracts involve 24/7 positions?”
Good question orflash64. I have signed several contracts in my career, first was my summer internship at Home Shopping Channel followed by a standard Mailgirl contract with the same company. They really liked me there. I went to college a four hour drive from my hometown, just far enough to make it a real hassle if my parents wanted to randomly drop by. This was in the greater Chicago area. But my choice in college effected the rest of my life. My internship and first contract was about a half-hour from campus. I felt this was enough distance for privacy and little chance of running into anyone from school while I was at work. It was part of the reason I took the internship, I felt less embarrassed naked in front of strangers than possibly school acquaintances. Being a blank slate there made being a Mailgirl so much easier, especially for my first time.
All-in-all I enjoyed my time in Chicago but it was coming to an end. My contract was nearly complete, I had paid off my student debt and I would have enough for a good start almost anywhere with my completion bonus. I had no intention of re-upping. My replacement, Maria, was a gorgeous thirty year old from the call center with a mocha complexion and a body to die for. I was training her but felt like a naked little stick next to Maria’s curves. Once she got into the job, really worked it, her body started to change, tighten up little-by-little every day… God… If I was jsut a Mailgirl she was a Mailwoman. So jealous. But I digress. I was leaving HGC in good hands and was confident they did not need me anymore.
Two months before your Mailgirl contract ends Mail Girls Inc. asks if you want to renew. You are free to negotiate new terms or walk away. A standard salary bump per renewal is about 5%. A good Mailgirl, one that has consistently high ratings and low demerits can get a 10% raise. But another twelve or twenty five thousand dollars was not really enticing me. I wanted a normal life.
About a week before my contract completion I got an offer from a tech startup in San Francisco. A full 20% bump as they liked my E-Score and Q-Mod and I would have to relocate. It was a 24/7 contract, I would live at the facility but room and board were provided. In an expensive city like San Francisco that would go a long way. It seemed like a good deal.
I was only twenty-three years old. Most girls my age were barely starting their careers. I had thirty thousand in the bank, enough for the down on a small house or condo. But here was an offer that for two years that would pay for me to live in an exciting city and cover my meals and rent. I had already done the job reasonably well for twenty-six months. This would be another two years of my life but at the end of it I would have another $300,000 in the bank! Enough to buy a house and a car, and I would only be twenty five years old, still young enough to start a career or go to grad school if I wanted. It looked like an all-around win.
So yeah, in retrospect I should have asked more questions.
I have to be careful what I say as I’m still under an active non-disclosure agreement for the next 30 days. I won’t say the name of the company, but it’s not a secret there are Mailgirls all over this famous building now. San Francisco only has a handful of iconic sights. This building is in the top three and it is not a bridge or a prison, so that should narrow it down a lot.
The building has 48 floors, 18 elevators, 3,678 windows, office space for 1,500 employees and 93 of those are Mailgirls.
I went from being the only Mailgirl in a business complex of almost two thousand people to being one of many Mailgirls in a high-rise office building. The culture shift was astounding.
Naked Mailgirls constantly rushed messages, files, and deliveries from floor-to-floor, always darting around non-stop during business hours. We served as tour guides, security, reception, delivery people, and executive assistants. The company had the best Mailgirl-to-employee ratio on the west coast. No expense was spared. The basement, lobby and multiple floors had been renovated to accommodate and allow access to view so many Mailgirls.
At HSC I was quite the unusual sight, being the uniquely naked worker. But in SF I was one of many and mixed in with the crowd. And I did not want to stand out. The Mailgirls that did got singled out as being either problems or pets.
A Mailgirl seen as a problem was either inept at her job or seen as trying to upset the status quo. Both were met with sharp discipline given extra demerits, the worst tasks, and sometimes humiliating punishments. They were made examples of to keep the other Mailgirls in line.
A pet was a Mailgirl who had caught the eye of an executive, either with their physical beauty, work ethic, or both. These were the Mailgirls who were promoted to “executive assistant”, working exclusively for that officer as a typist, gofer, or personal aide. While the office employees did not dare harass these Mailgirls for fear of retribution the other naked staff treated them harshly. The pets were sleeping with their bosses and the other Mailgirls were jealous of their light duties, bonuses, and vacation time. Executive Mailgirls frequently went business trips with their executives and we were pretty sure not all of these getaways were strictly business.
Yes, corporal punishment was offered in lieu of demerits or financial penalties. It was a clause in the contract but it was always voluntary. Sometimes a spanking saved you a few hundred dollars and let an asshole employee get their aggression out. There were more than a few times I “took one for the team”. We all did.
The uniform was slightly different too. I was used to the smartphone strapped to the upper arm, comfortable and a place you could hide little things, business cards and condoms, but the new company required the smartwatch and choker necklace with the ID chip. Even though it only bared my upper arm I somehow felt more naked. Weird right.
The company was committed to a zero-carbon footprint model, so Mailgirls slept in sleeper pods in the basement, like the ones in those Japanese coffin hotels. As space was limited for all 93 Mailgirls you could only have a certain amount of space for personal belongings. They gave us an office file box for our personal items. You had to request it be brought up from storage to access your own things. My personal items were some jewelry, sneakers, socks, yoga pants, sport bra, panties, cell phone, iPad and chargers. That was it. So going shopping in San Fransico was pointless unless you were having it shipped somewhere or you could fit it in your box.
Some girls had a work around, they would buy outfits from boutiques in the area and return them after one use. I never felt right doing that and some of the trendier places were starting to change their return policies.
And then there was money. The parent company had developed one of those digital wallet apps, which worked through the smartwatch, but if you wanted cash they deducted an percentage as a transfer fee. Most places around the building did accept digital payments, but leaving the building was a hassle in itself.
If you wanted to leave the property you had to request off, permission that could be denied by many people for many reasons on many levels. If Mailgirls just wanted to go out to a restaurant or club on a weekend they would have to get the approval of their shift trainer, the building manager, security chief-on-duty, and have it approved by the Director of Human Capital. Any one of those officers could put the kibosh on a shopping trip, dinner date, or even a simple outdoor jog. Oftentimes Mailgirls had to do favors to secure time out, even if it was just to the ramen shop around the corner. We were willing to do a handie or two just to get off the property for a half hour.
I’m not going to lie, I was pretty miserable the whole time. They knew where I was, who I was with, how much money I spending. The Human Capital department was not shy about letting us know how much they knew and would use that against us. If you were caught having fun with another Mailgirl they would split you both up and assign you to different floors or shifts. It was like living in an Orwellian sexual dystopia for two years. Ug!
When that contract was set to expire I wanted out. Two years was enough. The demerits I’d accumulated and the unexpected back-charges left me with a little over half of what I thought I would have. I would have been better off staying at HSC.
But again, just as my contract was set to expire, an offer came in from Mail Girls Inc. There was a company in Atlanta, a manufacturing firm, that was looking to start a Mailgirl program. I had little interest but they wanted me bad. The combination of my Mailgirl experience and human resources degree was exactly what they felt they needed to get their program off the ground. I would be the first Mailgirl working there and authorized to recruit and train a full Mailgirl staff. As I had completed two contracts now I would be eligible to become a certified corporate trainer. They offered a 20% increase and a relocation fee.
I kind of wanted out. Atlanta seemed nice but I’ve spent the better part of the last five years with my clothes off. I had no friends and not enough money in the bank.
I said I would think about it. They offered a 25% increase.
I countered with 33%, no 24/7 requirement and a bonus of 10k for every recruit who signed the Mailgirl contract and a Director of Human Capital position upon completion. I thought I was pricing myself outside the market. To my surprise they accepted.
Eight months later and I’m quite happy living in Atlanta. I’m making about twice what I did when I started, equal to some executives in the company, and enjoying my experiences again. I live off-site, a nice apartment minutes from downtown, and I set the tone at work. I do my best to keep spirits up, train the girls up to my standards, and I’m not scared to discipline them with my own hot little hands if I have too. Of course is they are feeling frisky and need a little release I’ll oblige that too. LOL.
The only thing missing from my life right now is a boyfriend. The last eight months have completely changed things around for me and I love my job again.
Sorry I went all over the world on that one orflash64. I hope that answered your question. If you want more specifics I’ll gladly share them after my 9 month N.D.A. expires next month. Feel free to put your follow up comments on this post. I promise to get around to them(pinky swear).
That’s it for today sirs and ma’ams. I hope you enjoy self and don’t neglect self care. I never do. Keep your questions and comments coming and remember; health and efficiency matters!