Showing posts with label The Supervisor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Supervisor. Show all posts

Sunday 31 May 2015

Co-worker Sex

Would you sleep with a co-worker? I’m sure this is a question you’ve all asked yourself at some point or another, I know I have.

My answer has always been no. I’m not about to make my work life more complicated than it already is. This, however, hasn’t stopped me in the past from sleeping with them once one of us has left a companynice little loophole that.

With that said, last time I applied that loophole I ended up with a complete and utter wake-a-doo. So I am a little gun shy now, but I’m sure I’ll get over that.

I can hear you already, so why hasn’t you slept with The Supervisor then?

The answer to that is really simple, we can’t plan to save our lives. He’s a daylight dweller, I work on the dark-side. Plus, he has a family, I have a blog and other responsibilities. So trying to meet up just for a drink takes a lot of coordination.

If I listen carefully I hear a second question; since you’re leaving does that mean you’ll sleep with The Giant?

The answer to that isI don’t know. I’ve never been one for planning, I tend to just let these things happen so we’ll shall see. Plus, when it comes to him, it’s not just the whole working together thing stopping me. We’ll just have to see how things play out.

Anyways, I’m off to take over the world, or, as the case may be, take a nap before work. But before I go I have this question for you; would you sleep with someone you work with? Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below and as always, stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Saturday 28 February 2015

The Supervisor Gets A New Job

If you’ve been here a while I’m sure you remember The Supervisor, well, he’s just landed himself a new job and I couldn’t be happier for him.

Admittedly, some of the happiness is completely selfish, it’s a well-known fact I hate my job right now, and I don’t have many positive things to say about the company, nor do I agree with a lot of the decisions being made currently so with the supervisor starting a new job I have a little bit of hope he made able to free me from my current hell.

Forgetting all the extracurricular activities, the supervisor and I actually worked well together and that’s something my workplace has been lacking lately, there is no team work anymore.

I have to 2 shifts left, then I’m off for a magical 22 days, I will be spending the vast majority of that time job hunting. I miss being happy at work and given the fact a lot of my favourite drivers are leaving, it’s definitely time to move on. And with a little luck, some of us may end-up back together and if I ended up where The Supervisor is going I may even end up with some of my drivers from the old place too.

Anyways, you sexy people, I am going to go and get a tiny bit of sleep, but before I go I shall leave you with this question; what is your favorite thing about your job? Let me know in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Thursday 29 January 2015

Flirting - The Line

It’s no secret I’m a flirt, and for the most part, it’s utterly harmless; a cute smile, flirty eyes, a sly comeback and maybe, just maybe, a little cleavage. But it’s nothing that is crossing any lines.

I work in the transport industry, so I’m surrounded by men and flirting and innuendo is just the way many of them communicate. So for the most part I don’t even notice it anymore, on their part nor mine.

However, once in a while, that delicate line in crossed and at that point…. I notice.

The last time that line was crossed, it was the supervisor. It was all sweet and innocent flirting until it wasn’t. Then non sweet and innocent actions soon followed…. Not that I’m complaining. However, now, there seems to be another one slowly tap dancing himself over that line.

One of my favorite drivers, who like me is a natural flirt, has been pushing the line for a while and is slowly drifting over it. It started New Year’s Eve, he sent me a message on Facebook, that started off innocently but blame the drink if you will, it soon turned a little naughty but nothing too bad.

Then my last 4 off things edge a little more to the land of not so innocent, I won’t go into much detail, but let’s just say there was talk of “rabbiting” and some talk of meeting up. Now I could lie to you and say this was still just, barely on the line of innocence, but it wasn’t, it crept over that line.

And I’m aware it probably shouldn’t have, and I’m also aware I have to be careful because first of all, drivers gossip like you wouldn’t believe and second of all, I don’t want any drama but…. Nothing bad happened last time right?

This is going to end badly isn’t it?

Anyways, I’m off to make some bad decisions, but before I go I shall leave you with this question, where is the line when flirting? Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Sunday 28 September 2014

The Departure Of Hank

So Hank has been returned to his natural habitat and I’m actually a little sad about it. I may have even shed a tear or two on the way home, which is completely ridiculous given the fact I didn’t even cry when the supervisor left. But for whatever reason I’m genuinely saddened by his departure.

Part of it is selfish, with him gone, my development fundamentally ceases and that’s horrifying to me. Part of the reason I love my job is the challenge and without the ability to grow to meet the challenges, what’s the point. I may as well just stay in bed.

The other part of it is I really like Hank, he is the grumpiest, sharped tongue asshole you’ll meet. But he’s genuine. Don’t get me wrong, he’s also sweet, super funny and a lot of fun to be around, but what I respect most is there’s nothing fake about him. He’s just unashamedly him and that’s awesome. He’s the sort of person I like to spend my time with in the real world. So it was nice to have someone like that in my work life too, it made work seem less flying knifey.  

I’m pretty sure the gay husband is going to miss him too. He was on a one man mission to marry us off. He wholeheartedly believes Hank may be the only man on the planet that has the ability to deal with me at my worse. I take a little offense to that, but I can’t disagree that Hank seemed to manage my moods effortlessly. That poor boy saw me at the worse I’ve been in years and came off completely unscathed. There are many that wouldn’t believe that to be possible.

I like to give credit where credit is due and that man is definitely special, but I hate to pop the gay husband’s bubble but I can’t foresee anything happening there. First of all, I’m not his type, second, I’ve never dated anybody younger than me and third of all, I occasionally enjoy sex and his penis is currently an investment banker.

And on that note, I shall leave you wonderful people with this question; why do people in relationships try to marry off their single friends? Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Saturday 6 September 2014

Work Gossip

I thought I wouldn’t make you wait too long for the gossip on my job. As I’m sure you’re aware by now my job has relocated and in doing so things have changed and they’ve hired new people. All of which had great potential, however, things have fallen flat and where there was so much promise, it’s just more of the same old bullshit.

Out of the new permanent employees I like 1 of the 5, admittedly I haven’t met one of them yet, he doesn’t start until Monday but judging by the others I shant hold my breath.

I do however really like the temporary employee they’ve shipped in from Leeds. He reminds me a lot of the supervisor. He’s a lot of fun to work with but when it comes down to it, he knows his stuff. It takes a lot to impress me, but he truly has. It’s just a shame he’s only here temporarily. Like I said to him I’m going to try and make the most of having him around because he’s probably the only person on site I can learn anything from.  And so far he has managed to teach me a few things….. Is it just me or does that sounds dirty?

I think for blog's sake, I’m going to call him Hank. He kind of reminds me of Hank Green. He’s nerdy, but in a fun, playful sort of way. He’s sort of cute in an awkward he shouldn’t really be cute way. He’s just someone who is easy to be around.

Unlike the other night shift bloke who I want to murder slowly and painfully. That guy is the biggest whining, moaning bitch that transport has ever seen. I’m struggling to find a nice word to even say about him. He is such a drama queen it’s almost impossible to work with him. Which is a shame because at first he seemed really nice, but apparently first impressions can be completely wrong.

As for the rest of the office, it’s just very catty and bullshit heavy. You can feel that desperation among some to move up the ladder and it’s unnecessary. I’m a big believer in, if you put the work in, you’ll reap the rewards, but it appears I may be the only one that feels that way. Call me crazy, but I’d rather work my ass off and earn respect to get where I’m going then have it handed to me on a silver platter. That respect you earn along the way is worth more than a fancy over paid title.

Anyways, my lovelies, I am off for the evening, but before I go, let me leave you with this question, can you enjoy something, if you didn’t earn it? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch


Thursday 17 July 2014


Oh, how a week can change things. The supervisor or the ex-supervisor or the cunt as I’ve been calling him
this past week (a word a never use, which is just a sign of how fucked off I really am), got himself signed off and didn’t tell me, got himself signed off again… didn’t tell me and is about to hand his notice in which he did tell me but by that point… I didn’t fucking care.

Don’t get me wrong, he has the right to do what the fuck he wants, but he did it in a weasel like way and played me for a fool in the process and I don’t take kindly to that. I don’t even have the words to describe how mad I actually am.

The problem I’m having is I’m mad, I know it’s not all because him, but I’m not in a place right now where I can sort out what’s what. He’s taking the brunt of it, deservedly so or not. I can’t filter my angry right now it’s too raw.

Logically, I know it’s not all his fault, but logic and angry don’t really mix. I know at some point when I don’t want to test the theory that I’ve watched enough murder show I could easily get away with it, I’ll sort through it all and be able to begin to figure out how much of an asshole he truly is or was but right now I am just mad.

So until I am no longer mad I shall try and bite my tongue, channel that angry into something productive and attempt not to kill anyonebut no promises.

I guess that brings me to the question of the blog, what do you do when you’re mad? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Sunday 13 July 2014

The Supervisor

Some of you have asked about my relationship with the Supervisor and since I’m struggling to fall asleep I
thought I’d oblige.

The Supervisor and I have a strange relationship, despite what you might think there is absolutely no sexual tension between us. That spark you’d expect when we swap looks across the desk is completely AWOL. It just doesn’t exist.

That spark however does exist with a few other men at work but sadly nothing act-on-able. But it’s always nice to have a little something to play off of.

But back to the Supervisor; I hear the questions already; no sexual tension, no spark, so what's the interest?

It’s simple; I think he’d be a good lay.

I hear heads spinning, let me explain; a sexual spark makes sex good, no matter the sex. If the sex is already good the sexual spark isn’t necessary. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a plus but it’s not needed. That pesky spark is the reason feeling develop, meet someone without that spark and you have a first class fuck-friend on your hands.

Now don’t get me wrong, I do have feelings for the Supervisor, just not I want to have his baby feelings. It’s more of a we’ve been married for 30 years and are trying to run a household and raising 60 toddlers together sort of feeling.

We’re a team, and one hell of a team at that. We just have a way of bringing out the best in each other and because of that things just work better when we’re together. We may not have a sexual spark, but we still have a special bond60 toddlers have a way of doing that to you.

Anyways you’ve asked, I’ve answered and now I’m going to bed. So sweet dreams my lovelies and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Oh, and PS; what do you do when you can’t sleep?  

Thursday 10 July 2014

Too Well Oiled Of A Machine

I’ve always said the Supervisor and I have an extraordinary working relationship despite only working together since April we’ve quickly found our staid and became a well-oiled machine.  Possibly too well-oiled.

I know personally I hate not working with the Supervisor, things just work better when our team is in, we know what each other is thinking and doing without having to ask. He doesn’t have to chase me and I don’t have to chase him everything just gets done.

The downside to this relationship is I hate to let him down and he’s the same with me. I know I should be focused on finding a new job right now, but I keep putting it off because I don’t want to leave him on his own. I have an interview next week for a fantastic job that pays £6,000 a year, more than I’m currently on and I feel horrible about it. I don’t want to go and leave him, but the choice isn’t mine.

He’s proofing right now it’s a two way street, his doctor wants him off work due to stress, but he doesn’t want it off because he doesn’t want to leave me in on my own. I’m having to do the right thing despite really not wanting to and push him to look after himself. Admittedly the thought of being in on my own next week is about enough to get me signed off with stress, but I have to do the right thing and put his health first…. Doing the right thing sucks.

I think it might suck a little more because if I do get this job, this could be our last set of 4. Which is almost enough to make me cry. I’m having one of those “I’m not ready to be an adult” moments but I guess I don’t really have a choice.

Anyways, that’s enough of me having emotions I need to go and be a cold heartless bitch and balance the universe back out. Before I go I shall leave you with this question; what is your favourite thing about your current job? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

Thursday 22 May 2014


This might be the first time in a long time I’ve blogged because I’ve needed to blog rather than blogging because I want to, and am trying to get back into the habit because I miss you guys. At the end of the day we’re one big dysfunctional family here and crazy needs crazy.

Uncertainty is the theme of this blog as I’m sure you can tell since… can read; and there seems to be a lot of it in my life right now. And I’ll let you in on a little secret, I don’t like it. Inside my head is crazy enough, I don’t need the thing around me to follow suit, that’s too much crazynobody needs that much crazy.

Uncertainty number 1 is my job; it was announced Monday that the site I work at is being closed down and presumably relocated. I say presumably because nothing has been announced, but truck driver’s gossip more than teenage girls and we’ve been aware of new site in the works for several months.

The problem I have is the new site is about an hour and a half away. So an hour and half there, 12 hours at work, an hour and a half back, two hours to get ready for work, 2 hours to fall asleep after workif math isn’t your thing let me help you out, that leaves 5 hours. This bitch gets bitchy when she doesn’t get her beauty sleep. Yeah, yeah, I can hear you already, “she gets bitchy when she does get her sleep too”. ….charming.

Problem 2 is I crazy ex-girlfriend stalked my company online and I can’t find an application for an operator’s licence for the alleged new site anywhere. Which is worrying me…. A lot. No licence, no job, it’s as simple as that.

I am a little reassured by the fact that if there is a new site, my supervisor is leaning towards going. I don’t want to work under someone else, (that sounded a little wrong) I’m finally in a position where I can build on my knowledge and possibly move up. And as much as I hate to admit it, I’m working with the best person to help me. I may wholeheartedly disagree with his decisions at times (which is how I know it’s time to think about moving up) but I’m not going to find anyone better suited to teach me. …Shhhh if you listen carefully you can hear his ego growing.

I do have the advantage of not being tied to my current location, but A) There has to be another site for that to work and B) my pay would have to go up to match the standard of pay at that location.

The other major uncertainty is the “not boyfriend” as I call him. Barney and I have been dating nearly 4 months at this point and we’rewelluncertain. We’re not boyfriend/girlfriend, we’re not seeing each other enough to get to that pointyet the desire on both parts to get to that point is there, but it’s not going to happen anytime soon and by soon I mean this side of 2014.

Part of me thinks my best bet is to cut my losses and run and the other part is brainwashed by a man I never get to see but really wants to. I don’t know what it is with this guy, I’m immune to guy bullshit normally; even with Mr X I was able to call him out of his bullshit. This guy’s bullshit has mutated for the pure purpose of slipping past my defenses and it’s driving me crazy!

And I’m sure it’s driving me crazier than it otherwise would if it wasn’t for all the uncertainty at work. It feels like I don’t know anything right now. I don’t know if I have a job, If I'm going to have to find a new job, if I I’m going to have to move, if it’s worth moving, if there will be any staff left when we get to the new site, if there will be a new site, I don’t know when I’m going to know any of this, I don’t know when I’m going to see my not boyfriend, when I’ll hear from him, if he’ll ever be more than that, do I want him to be more than that…….hell I’m not even sure I know my damn name right now!

I don’t like uncertainty, I like to know where I stand and right now it feels like I’m standing on quicksand reaching for a one armed monkey swinging from a tree.

Anyways, that’s enough ofwhatever that was. I need to go get dressed and go vote because if you don’t vote you have no right to bitch and we all know I like to bitch. So I shall leave you with this question; what don’t you know that you wish you did? Let me know your answer to that and any thoughts you have on my mess in the comment box below and as always my dears, stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch