» Losing Your Virginity

Ah, I remember it well...
I was 14 at the time, on xmas holidays. I had been going out with this boy from school for a few months, but we had never done more than kiss. His parents are away and he and his university-age sister have the house to themselves for a couple days. Obviously, this is an excuse for much partying and underage drinking. Late that night, most people have gone home, leaving just me and my bf, another boy, and my bf's sister. I hadn't actually drunk much at all. Both the boys, however, were fast asleep and in for wicked hangovers the next day. That left just me and the older sister chatting in the kitchen.

To make a long story short, we ended up in her bedroom, where I spent a very pleasurable and enlightening night. She was fantastic, and quite keen to teach me.

I broke up with the poor boy a few weeks later, and never told him I'd been seduced by his older sister. Unless she told him, he still doesn't know to this day... The family apparently didn't even know she was lesbian until several years after that.
(Tue 8th Mar 2005, 23:45, More)

» How I Skive Off Work

Skivving in a mental hospital
I once had a summer job with the maintenance dept. at a mental institution, as a painter. There were three of us there to help the two full-time painters. (Yes, they employed two full-time painters. Go figure) There was much slacking. I don't know if it counts as skivving, as it was encouraged by our boss. This was my introduction to the wonderful world of old union employees who hate their jobs and don't give a fuck.

The official work schedule: 8am to 4:30pm, with a two paid 15min breaks and a 30min unpaid lunchbreak.

What really happened: sign in at 8am. This was vitally important. Wouldn't want to be late. It's coffee time until at least 8:45 though, at which point we'd get our equipment together and go to where we were working that day. Our two coffee breaks were 30-45mins and lunch was 1-1.5 hours. This is what our bosses did and what we were encouraged to also do so that they wouldn't look bad. Actually, they pretty much didn't care what we did as long as we painted slightly less than them.

On my last day, I had been up all night drinking with friends, so I spent the better part of the workday sleeping on the roof.

As for the fact that it was in a mental hospital, well, that's probably better suited to other questions...
(Wed 27th Apr 2005, 20:44, More)