Maurette's Adventures

I woke up this morning bright and early. I am on holidays but I am going into the office. Joking aside, I was pretty stoked about it. I jumped out of bed, relieved myself (don't cringe you know it needs to be done and we all do it) and took a shower. I stopped myself short from singing in the shower but you get the picture. Finished showering I opened the shower curtain and found a surprise. There's a little girl sitting on the toilet ... well hello there! Good morning, are you doing a small one or a big one. A big one I hear. Great! Oh well, upwards and onwards. Standing in front of my wonderfully overflowing closet I bathe in the glory of having options. After months of not having options I am loving every second of this luxury. I choose a new tube top with flowing bottom pink and orange and white and a white skirt. Boy, this is what I call being on a holiday in the Caribbean. I got my hair sorted and I was ready to rock and roll. Now the shoes. I can't just wear any sh...

Sitting alone in the office makes my mind wander. Maybe I have an active imagination, maybe have read too many books, maybe I have watched too much internet entertainment. I'm here working late, got to be ready for the holidays, right? Everyone has already gone home, Christmas shopping or just out having fun. Me? I am here enjoying some Ne-Yo ... One in a miiilllion parapapa. That boy is good. Even my Miss Independent self got to admit that he does make me go ooooohhh haaaaaa. Sitting alone in the office makes my mind wander. I start to think about hunky cleaners coming in after hours or an IT geek working long hours not realizing there is another person in the building. He makes himself comfortable .... really comfortable. See the air-conditioning can get very cold if you have been sitting in it for hours. I can understand that one might turn it off ... and then it gets to be sweltering hot. If you are wearing a suit and tie, you get hot. Really hot. Oh! Don't you know it .....

My apologies to my young readers but this is one for the adults among us. You are all well aware of my strange fantasies and the weird way in which my mind works. But who can blame me if it is late at night and you are in that little transition world between awake and asleep. You know when you start fantasizing about the prince and how you wish, wish really bad that he exists? That sex is always fantastic and climatic. That you get home to a loving husband who is actually interested in how your day was. That he has done the washing, and dinner is ready. That the kids are quietly playing with their toys ready to go to bed. You know that world when everything is perfect and you are god? Well, that is not what actually happened and not at all what I am going to tell you. I want to tell you about the exact opposite. This here is my dilemma: When do you, as a woman or man, decide that this is the best it is ever going to get? Think about it, are you actually completely happy with your lif...

My container is stuck between London and Miami.Next week my family is going to be here. I have a loan futon and a loan chair, two lounge chairs and three bar stools. Oh! Let's not forget the twin air mattress. Christmas is around the corner. I guess if Mary and Joseph could give birth in a manger, we could sit on the floor and eat grilled cheese sandwiches.

All of you want an update on my last post. I'm not sure if that is because you like seeing me squirm or just because you are curious but here goes. Last week Wednesday was a good self-esteem day. I had calls from a lot of interested men. Unfortunately none that I was interested in for various reasons. Maybe one day I will introduce to you the mechanic and tell his story. For now I am focusing on the HR dude. So he called me on Wednesday inquiring about me, my health, my whereabouts and other more carnal stuff as it is soon become apparent. But let me start at the beginning, I got a call from a private number; the HR guy as you already know. This is my attempt of revamping a story I kind of already told the ending to. Hmmm ... I'm skipping through the whole hoopla of him telling me he hasn't send the letter yet and if I was still accepting the applications. Yes, I am. Well, if I could tell him exactly what the job implies. I said sure, it is a wonderful job, probably the ...

The guy from Human Resources is hitting on me. Big time. Not sometimes, not in passing, not flirting ... he says he wants the position. Let me start from the beginning or rather the beginning of this story. I have been expecting some money. Things I had paid that I needed to get back from the government. HR finally got around to making up the papers and getting me to sign it. Three weeks after that glorious event I went to the Receivers office to pick up my cheque. Surely it must be ready by now. Big No! So I called Mr. HR to complain. He was away on holidays so I called his cell. Yes, people I wasn't going to wait. I had plans for that money. He assured me that he was going to take care of it when he got back. Damn! Anyway so he got back this week. Monday went and I didn't hear anything so i called on Tuesday. Talking talking he asked me if I had found someone to take me to dinner, watch a movie, go dancing and all that good stuff. I asked why the interest was he soliciting ...