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At Work
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: assumption
“Lisa?” At the sound of her name, the brown-furred bear femme turned to see her supervisor beckoning to her. “Could you please step into my office?” the gator asked.
“Sure, Tom,” and the sow turned back to her customer and finished with him before getting up and heading for the office. Alice, the feline assistant manager, stepped inside with her and closed the door. “What’s up?” Lisa asked, taking a chair when he gestured for her to sit down.
Tom looked a little nervous as he put his paws on the desk in front of him. “Well, look, Lisa, it’s like this: When the head office started this Casual Day thing, they meant it as a way to bring us all a little closer together.” He glanced down self-consciously at his Florida State t-shirt and added, “And it was supposed to help the customers relate to us better – “
“I haven’t heard any complaints,” Lisa said. “Have you?” and she glanced back and forth between Alice and Tom. “They all seem glad to see me. So what’s the problem?”
“Well – “
“It’s because you’re not wearing a shirt or bra,” Alice said. Both women caught the gator breathing a short, embarrassed sigh of relief.
Lisa blinked. “What the hell’s wrong with that? Frank’s going topless,” she said.
Tom winced and practically hissed, “Everyone can see your . . . breasts, Lisa.”
The bear looked down at her cleavage. “So? Frank’s are bigger than mine, but I don’t see you having him in the office.”
Alice cleared her throat to conceal her chuckle. “She’s not wrong, Tom.”
“Not helping, Alice,” the gator said to the feline. “Lisa – “
“No.”
“Huh?”
“No, I’m not putting on a shirt. Or a bra. If you let Frank go topless while I have to cover up, you’re going to open up a huge can of worms here.”
The gator blinked. “Are – are you – “
“No, I’m not threatening legal action, nor am I threatening to quit. But I’ve got something like twenty customers at my station – “
“More like thirty,” Alice said, glancing out one of the office windows, “and they’re not going to any of the other tellers.” She shrugged and started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Alice!” Tom exclaimed.
“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” the feline said, “and you can’t deny that it’s good for business. Any new accounts, Lisa?”
“Six.”
***
It was the best day’s business that branch of the bank had ever had.
End
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: assumption
“Lisa?” At the sound of her name, the brown-furred bear femme turned to see her supervisor beckoning to her. “Could you please step into my office?” the gator asked.
“Sure, Tom,” and the sow turned back to her customer and finished with him before getting up and heading for the office. Alice, the feline assistant manager, stepped inside with her and closed the door. “What’s up?” Lisa asked, taking a chair when he gestured for her to sit down.
Tom looked a little nervous as he put his paws on the desk in front of him. “Well, look, Lisa, it’s like this: When the head office started this Casual Day thing, they meant it as a way to bring us all a little closer together.” He glanced down self-consciously at his Florida State t-shirt and added, “And it was supposed to help the customers relate to us better – “
“I haven’t heard any complaints,” Lisa said. “Have you?” and she glanced back and forth between Alice and Tom. “They all seem glad to see me. So what’s the problem?”
“Well – “
“It’s because you’re not wearing a shirt or bra,” Alice said. Both women caught the gator breathing a short, embarrassed sigh of relief.
Lisa blinked. “What the hell’s wrong with that? Frank’s going topless,” she said.
Tom winced and practically hissed, “Everyone can see your . . . breasts, Lisa.”
The bear looked down at her cleavage. “So? Frank’s are bigger than mine, but I don’t see you having him in the office.”
Alice cleared her throat to conceal her chuckle. “She’s not wrong, Tom.”
“Not helping, Alice,” the gator said to the feline. “Lisa – “
“No.”
“Huh?”
“No, I’m not putting on a shirt. Or a bra. If you let Frank go topless while I have to cover up, you’re going to open up a huge can of worms here.”
The gator blinked. “Are – are you – “
“No, I’m not threatening legal action, nor am I threatening to quit. But I’ve got something like twenty customers at my station – “
“More like thirty,” Alice said, glancing out one of the office windows, “and they’re not going to any of the other tellers.” She shrugged and started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Alice!” Tom exclaimed.
“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” the feline said, “and you can’t deny that it’s good for business. Any new accounts, Lisa?”
“Six.”
***
It was the best day’s business that branch of the bank had ever had.
End
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Bear (Other)
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 47.4 kB
Listed in Folders
Ha! Reminds me of dell in my early days ('96), non-customer-facing employees could dress very casual, t-shirts and jeans were fine - as was me(a guy) wearing flip-flops.
Couple years later, this manager type (not mine!) came up to me one day and said I couldn't wear my flip-flops at work - something about them being open-toed. I asked him what rule had changed, and he was an idiot enough to try to blame it on OSHA.
I laughed and asked him if he realized that OSHA guidelines were not sexist. He asked me what I meant by that (and by this time our conversation was starting to draw a crowd!)
I told him if there was indeed an OSHA rule that forbade open-toed shoes in our workplace, then I wanted to watch him tell all the ladies on the floor that they also couldn't wear open-toed shoes.
He must not have been too important, because it was many months before the dress code changed and flip-flops were out of there.
Couple years later, this manager type (not mine!) came up to me one day and said I couldn't wear my flip-flops at work - something about them being open-toed. I asked him what rule had changed, and he was an idiot enough to try to blame it on OSHA.
I laughed and asked him if he realized that OSHA guidelines were not sexist. He asked me what I meant by that (and by this time our conversation was starting to draw a crowd!)
I told him if there was indeed an OSHA rule that forbade open-toed shoes in our workplace, then I wanted to watch him tell all the ladies on the floor that they also couldn't wear open-toed shoes.
He must not have been too important, because it was many months before the dress code changed and flip-flops were out of there.
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