My story: This is part two of job two.
After finishing my drafted story of part one of job one, I’d like to share another story.
This one was my real first job street graduating college. I was working in one department for one year. One the second year u got shifted to the front office as a switchboard operator.
I recall sitting in the break room minding my own business. This was after an incident in whichi did something stupid because I was young.
Suddenly, two guys walked into the break room. It was the Filipino supervisor. He served in the military. The other one was that handsome Polish guy working the repossession of the company’s vehicles.
They sat down at my table, which was near the balcony. I recall looking down this balcony several times during my break. The building was two stories and it was numbered 333.
One day, he appeared to come out and pretending to talk with me. I sensed that he assumed that I was a “jumper”. Y’all see, I had my “sense” back then but never really acknowledge that innate/latent ability until recently.
So back to the two guys. After they sat down, they showed me a magazine. I looked and it has female models dressed in provocative attire. I asked if I would wear such things. I played along and thought they were just joking. I saw they were amused after I responded that I would wear those things. I sensed they were amused. But I “sensed” they wanted me to say something else.
Of course, I had to leave because the company was moving it’s location up to San Ramon, CA. I turned in my resignation letter, placed it in the inbox of the second supervisor, ego was named Debbie S, a German last name, and heard her baking loud happy noises that I going away.
I was still seeing the guy afterwards. But he also moved on and worked in Samsung, doing customer analysis of million dollar clients. Then we just simply stopped seeing each other line nothing happened.
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