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Grumpy Frumpy Dumpy
I suppose this story starts about 6 years ago, I was working a project and a young female engineer just out of her apprenticeship was allocated to work with me. Now let me describe her. Fairly short, Dumpy, probably 14 stones, and always buried under non descript jumpers. Her hair was always done in a severe bun at the back.
Gillian however was a good engineer, and had a sharp mind, and I tried to show her the ropes. There was never any sexual tension between us, apart from the fact that she was 20 years younger than me, she wasn't exactly someone you would have wet dreams about, and in fact I even wondered if she batted for the other team. But she was good at her job and I thought we worked well together, and that in fact the lack of sexual tension was an advantage.
So fast forward 5 years, I was still working as a contract engineer, and was offered an assignment to jointly head a project which a small local company had won. Now the company being small didn't have the resources to complete it without taking on a number of people on short term contract. I was the first of these, and was expected to work with their senior engineer, who was none other than Gillian Dodds. I never actually met Gillian Dodds when I visited the company to discuss my involvement, but remembering working with her 5 years ago I thought we would make a good team. How wrong I was.
I started at Westfield Controls on the Monday, and was given an office about 4 away from Gillian. I spent most of the day settling in and had a meeting with my boss, Martin Browning, and he outlined what he wanted me to do. Basically I was to work with Gillian as a joint 'lead' and bring the project in on time and in budget. My first task was to recruit 5 other engineers on short term contracts.
It was around 5pm when I had finished with Martin, and I thought I would go and say Hi to Gillian, most of the staff finished at 4.30, but I saw her office was still lit so I went in. I was friendly and expected to get a friendly welcome back, after all we went back 5 years and I thought we got on OK.
I walked into her office and expected a welcome, all I got was "What do you want". I said "I know its late do you want to leave it until tomorrow", but Gillian said "No get on with it". Now I sensed an attitude straight away and I decided to confront it. I asked her did she have a problem working with me? She just said No, and waited for me to continue. I decided to outline what I had been asked to do by Martin Browning, and I asked her how we were going to split the work up, the project was due to run for around 12 months. She just replied "You can do the systems and software, and I will do the mechanical and installation design and handle the commercial side." This was pretty much what I had expected. She then surprised me by saying "I would rather you call me Miss Dodds in the office, and I will call you Mr Hartford" I hadn't been in a environment that formal since my own apprenticeship some 25 years ago, and I was a bit surprised, but I let it pass.
Gillian, sorry Miss Dodds, then started to clear her desk, and it was obvious our chat was over before it started, no small talk, and no reminiscences, not what I expected. I walked out of her office and headed back to my office to tidy up and head home. I didn't like the change in her attitude, and decided to ask around tomorrow.
I got in early the following morning and fired off an e-mail to a number of agencies, with an outline of our requirements for some contract engineers. I then had a wander into the design office, and introduced myself to the 6 people in there. I knew one of the engineers from a previous contract, and we started to chat. I asked him about Miss Dodds and he pulled a face and said you mean Miss Grumpy Frumpy Dumpy? Her initials were GFD. I asked him what the problem was and he said that I was the third person into my position, both the other two people had left within a week. At that moment Miss Dodds walked in and said "Tony Jordan, can I have a word please", no good morning, and no concept of politeness, the fact that we were talking. What ever had gone on over the last 5 years hadn't mellowed her.
I started to set up interviews for the contract engineers during the week, and started to study the project requirements more closely. Whenever I tried to talk to Miss Dodds I got the brush off, and by Thursday I was starting to get sick of it, so I waited until 5pm and walked into her office and shut the door, I sat down and made my speech.
"We have got to work together, I don't know what has happened since we last worked together, but now we have to get the project designed, built, and out the door, and the only way we are going to do that is by co-operating, and talking. So lets try and act like adults, its obvious you don't like the way our boss has structured things, but surely we can discuss our roles and agree on an approach which suits us both."
She just sat there, and I waited for her to reply, but she just stared at me. I wasn't going to break the silence, and she sat staring for what seemed like ages, probably less than a minute, but it was an awkward silence. In the end she spoke "Mr Browning thinks I am not capable of running a project of this size on my own, well I am". I thought for a minute and then said "I don't think one person could do a project of this size without help, I couldn't, and I have 20 years experience, I was hoping that you would take the lead with the staff and allow me to do the design, and do the engineering, but I cant do that unless we can talk and develop a working relationship, after all we worked together OK when I was at Staddards and you had just finished your apprenticeship, and since then you have another 5 years experience, and have completed a degree course."
She just looked at me and said "That was 5 years ago and this is now, and I am the lead engineer and I don't like the fact that someone is being brought in to 'work with me'". I replied, "If you just listened to me I am prepared to take a back seat, and work with you to get things done, but unless we can talk and be civil with each other I don't see how I can complete my task."
She then said "Fine then just terminate your contract, you are only on a weeks notice".
Oh dear what had I got myself into.
The next morning I pounced on Martin Browning as soon as he got in and said "I need meeting with you today, its urgent". He said, OK come and see me at 2pm. I went back to my office and made a start on some of the hardware lists. I realised that the technical clerk could do some of the work, and went to find her. Now she was a babe, early 20's Anglo-Indian I would say, long dark hair, and a set of boobs straight off page 3 of the Sun. Now I have never mixed work and pleasure in the past, it gets too complicated, but I would have made an exception for Jasmine. Anyway I gave her the list and explained what I wanted.
About 2 hours later Jasmine came into my office with the hardware lists, and looked upset. I asked what was wrong, and she said that Miss Dodds had got angry with her for doing the hardware lists. I looked surprised and she said "That woman is a witch, she always has to put everyone down, you know her don't you, was she always like this" I replied that no she wasn't and I would try and sort it out.
I decided to wait until after my 2pm meeting with Mr Browning. I went into see him and had already decided that I couldn't work in the atmosphere, and I had another contract lined up.
I told him about the problems and that I couldn't continue, they would need to find someone else. He was concerned, and asked if it was Miss Dodds, apparently 2 people before me had stayed a week each and gone after finding Miss Dodds completely impossible to work with. In the end he convinced me to stay one more week, and I agreed, after all the money was good and I was not far from home.
I decided to finish early and went home at 3pm.
I went out into town Friday evening, and trawled the 'pick up' bars. The first girl that came on to me looked good but was really drunk, and I wasn't even sure if I would get any sex if I took her home, she looked ready to pass out, and it was only 9pm. Anyway she decided it for me, she was sick all over the bar, and promptly passed out. I left her to it, I didn't feel like being a Good Samaritan tonight, I wanted some good hard sex. I moved to a different bar, met some mates and then got chatting to an older lady who seemed up for some fun. She was probably my age, 45, and was plump, but she had a nice face, big boobs that were nearly falling out of her top, long dark brown hair, and a short skirt showing a nice pair of legs. She also seemed reasonably sober. We chatted for nearly an hour, and we were both nursing our drinks, I find a skinfull of ale and sex just don't mix, but I offered to buy Tracey another drink, She surprised me then by saying "We both know why we are here, and I don't like sex while drunk and I suspect you don't either, so are you going to take me home" I got up took her arm and got a smirk from my mates, who were now stood at the bar.
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