Sheesh, another one...
It was my first *proper* job from the tender age of 17, working as a "document processing operative" (read "typist")...

One hot, sunny Friday afternoon, (during those final few hours before I would be released to enjoy a weekend of partying) when the rest of my colleagues had failed to return from the pub as usual, I found myself typing out the equivalent of War and Peace. The office was stuffy, I was longing for freedom and my mind began to wander, but finally 5.30 arrived and I scooted out the door with a whoop of joy...

The onosecond didn't hit until the Monday morning when my boss took me aside... As it turns out, my colleagues had returned from the pub shortly after I'd left and had gone straight into a meeting, having grabbed my afternoon's work and shoved it into the copier before distributing it to the rest of the department... As he was relating this to me for reasons that were soon to become clear, he pushed the circulated papers at me and urged me to read...

I got about half a page in before that wave of nausea hit - not only had my mind wandered on that sweltering afternoon, but my wanderings had taken written form... It was all there, the outfit I'd planned to wear for Friday night, my pursuit of the current romantic target and chances of success...

Fortunately they thought it was a good laugh, but I still feel mortified just thinking about it...
(spacecowgirl, Fri 27 May 2005, 15:35, Reply)