supersizeme
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Good god. Since I've started the graveyard shift, this is my absolute favorite part of working these jacked up hours. There's two of them that show up about once a week to take care of emptying the trash cans and occasionally they vacuum. I work by myself up here in a fairly large room that is shut off from the main cube farm by a door with a lock on it. Both of the girls are young, like maybe 19 or 20, and very, very hot. It's almost wrong how hot these girls are considering they are part of the cleaning crew, but I guess I can understand it due to their ages.
So anyways last week they both came into the room to empty out the trashcans, and they also dragged in the vacuum. I don't speak any Spanish whatsoever. None. I know the Taco Bell menu, and even that's a stretch. We are always very smiley towards each other, even though no words are exchanged. So one of them starts trying to talk to me, attempting to explain why they need to get a dustrag out and clean underneath all of the cubes like where the power outlets are. I have no idea what they are saying, and we're having this ridiculous conversation where no one can understand the other. So one of them gets on all fours and starts cleaning underneath my desk. She's wearing these tight, hip hugging jeans and her thong is in plain view. It is perhaps the most beautiful sight I have witnessed all week. I'm standing there next to the other cleaning girl watching the girl clean underneath my desk. I know the other one is noticing me noticing el thong. Eventually they finish and smile at me and leave the room giggling.
They were just in here about 30 minutes ago smiling and giggling again. Unfortunately I was distracted as hell trying to fix some server that was all busted up, so I didn't have the chance to interact with them much. I probably won't see them until next week. I can't tell you how much this situation has the potential to scream "Dear Penthouse," Does anyone have any suggestions for how to make this come to light? I was thinking next weekend when they come in that maybe when she reaches down for my trashcan, I could grab her hand and place it on my crotch and say "para usted mi amor." I just looked that up on freetranslation.com and it spit that out when I entered "for you, my love." I was thinking maybe next week I could bring an Olympic bar loaded with 315 up here to work, and wait for when they are about to come in. Then I could be doing deadlifts when they open the door, and I'll be like, "Oh, I didn't see you come in."
Help me out here folks. This dream must be realized.
So anyways last week they both came into the room to empty out the trashcans, and they also dragged in the vacuum. I don't speak any Spanish whatsoever. None. I know the Taco Bell menu, and even that's a stretch. We are always very smiley towards each other, even though no words are exchanged. So one of them starts trying to talk to me, attempting to explain why they need to get a dustrag out and clean underneath all of the cubes like where the power outlets are. I have no idea what they are saying, and we're having this ridiculous conversation where no one can understand the other. So one of them gets on all fours and starts cleaning underneath my desk. She's wearing these tight, hip hugging jeans and her thong is in plain view. It is perhaps the most beautiful sight I have witnessed all week. I'm standing there next to the other cleaning girl watching the girl clean underneath my desk. I know the other one is noticing me noticing el thong. Eventually they finish and smile at me and leave the room giggling.
They were just in here about 30 minutes ago smiling and giggling again. Unfortunately I was distracted as hell trying to fix some server that was all busted up, so I didn't have the chance to interact with them much. I probably won't see them until next week. I can't tell you how much this situation has the potential to scream "Dear Penthouse," Does anyone have any suggestions for how to make this come to light? I was thinking next weekend when they come in that maybe when she reaches down for my trashcan, I could grab her hand and place it on my crotch and say "para usted mi amor." I just looked that up on freetranslation.com and it spit that out when I entered "for you, my love." I was thinking maybe next week I could bring an Olympic bar loaded with 315 up here to work, and wait for when they are about to come in. Then I could be doing deadlifts when they open the door, and I'll be like, "Oh, I didn't see you come in."
Help me out here folks. This dream must be realized.