Good morning gentle readers! Mailgirl Six is back after a few busy weeks breaking in the new team. They were getting a lot of code violations lately, positional violations, improper attitudes, and their uniforms could use a little work so I figured it was best to put them through boot camp. I required them to show up an hour before regular start time, put them through some calisthenics, isometrics and yoga. Then drilling them on positions, one-on-one Mailgirl training, etc. These are my recruits and I was not going to let any one of them wash out. It meant I lost my regular blogging time for a little bit.
I am happy to say the team is performing up to expectations and morale has improved. We did a little Mailgirl retreat this weekend and everyone is much more excited to be part of the program. I’ve also set a new personal orgasm record of six in a day (since this was technically a work function). So there was a good time had by all. Go team!
Today’s question comes from The Big D who writes:
“Hello Six, Who was the first person that you told that you were going to be a Mailgirl and how did they react?”
Hello to you to The Big D! (I could use a little more of that in my life. LOL) The first person I told I would be a Mailgirl? That was my faculty advisor from college, but he was the one who found the internship so he kind of knew the whole time. Same thing for the HR Lady at Home Shopping Channel. They were in the loop from the beginning so I don’t think that’s the honest answer The Big D was looking for. (And if a girl can’t be honest with The Big D than what “D” can she be honest with? LOL.)
I did talk about the internship offer with a girlfriend, looking for some advice or sympathy, but I really had not made up my mind yet.
So the first person I told after I made the decision was my boyfriend at the time, Andy. He was a super nice guy and we dated the last two years of college. We intended to get married at one point but I kind of ruined it by taking the internship.
We never really had a fight before, just had a lot of fun and a lot of sex. That was kind of the point of a college relationship, right? Feel out what it’s like to be an adult.
Well I knew I had to tell him because he would find out sooner or later. He would see the smudged remains of my numbers because sharpie does not come off without a metric butt-ton of scrubbing. And from what I read my body would change from all the exercise, even if I was already in pretty good shape. So I sat him down and told him.
For the first few minutes he just smiled like a naughty school boy. He must have thought I was joking. After a few minutes it started to sink in; I was not joking or playing some sort of sexual game. I was signing a contract to work completely naked in front of strangers for two months and I was not even going to get paid.
Andy’s little ego must have popped. He tried being a good boyfriend and I give him a lot of credit for that. We tried to make it work, it was only for a few months after all and once it was complete I could graduate and we could get on with our lives. But unfortunately we could not make it that far.
First thing that went was our sex lives. Andy liked himself some morning sex, which was also my preferred way to wake up, but I didn’t want to look puffy or red for work. In addition I needed sex more often. All those eyes on me all day, I was wound up by the time I got home and Andy worked second shift till about 10pm. We were only having quickies before I went to bed and he did most of the work. I was physically exhausted and he was emotionally drained.
I gave him a lot of oral for the first couple weeks. Anal sex is Friday night only for Mailgirls. We need to heal up completely before work on Monday.
By the third week of my internship I couldn’t wait for him to come home anymore so I took care of myself. I was so exhausted I was falling asleep earlier and earlier. I’d be out at 8pm and he would come in two hours later to find me all bundled up on the couch.
It put too much strain on our relationship. I was horny and tired all the time, he was jealous and resentful. I should have let him be dominant to me on the weekends. We might have made it work that way but after four weeks we were both miserable and on each other’s nerves.
It ended abruptly but amicably enough, no big fights or anything like that, just pent up emotions we did not want to talk about. He must have thought I was a whore by the end but was too nice to say it.
So my college boyfriend did not last a month into my internship. Two weeks later and I was hiding in the alcove in the copy room, getting rammed from behind by a guy whose name I have forgotten, trying not to scream as I had my first real, full-body orgasm in what felt like ages.
No lie, the job is tough on relationships. If there was ever a woman who was married to her job it is a Mailgirl. We give a lot of ourselves to our companies and I hope our sacrifices are appreciated.
I hope that answers your question The Big D. You have yourself a good day.
Thanks for reading everyone! Keep the questions and comments coming. And remember, health and efficiency matters!