Diapered At Work Novels & Stories

What a jerk! The next two days were a blur of frantic activity, leaving me little time to catch my breath. A sudden crisis had engulfed the company, leaving me swamped with paperwork and scrambling to assist with damage control. I was constantly running errands, attending meetings, and even visiting clients at their homes when they couldn't make it to the office. The work was grueling, but I clung to the knowledge that the salary made it all worthwhile.

I worked like my life depended on it and became the hardest-working employee there. I just wanted to prove something to the person who once said, "You're just a nobody." Without their so-called support, without that parasitic home, I could survive and live very well. In my third year at the company, after working nonstop for 48 hours, I finally collapsed in a meeting room. My immune system crashed, and I came down with shingles. I dragged my aching body to the hospital for an IV drip. I was alone. The girl sitting next to me had her dad with her. He fed her spoonfuls of soup, his face full of worry.

"Danger? I have not been in any danger. So why do you really hate me being here? I haven't done anything to you." "Seriously? You keep getting in the way of the workers. You walk around like there's no trouble around here. You almost got hit by a worker with a drywall sheet when you came in today and walked by the new dressing rooms. You almost got soaked by a bucket of paint when you went to grab one of the tables to set up for lunch. You bumped into a guy cutting a board, he could have gotten badly hurt, yet you just turned around and said sorry like if nothing bad could have happened. I hate having to do my job and babysit a careless child who has no idea she's in danger or putting others

The girls scream in excitement and they are the only ones doing it, all around us, there are many girls whimpering with excitement or emitting slight screams, while all the men and I, cover our ears, so as not to lose our hearing. “They should say we need tampons for the haters.” complains one of the guys. “There's a dispenser of them, if you're interested” says one of the guys, pointing to the dispenser. I smile when I see that the high salary is because the work environment looks like something out of an insane asylum or, perhaps, an elementary school. But, no one decides to quit and I will be no exception, after all, work is the only thing keeping me from total ruin. I arrive at my workst

I screamed at Tiana, who once worked with Daisy in her company, before I destroyed it. Daisy had mistakenly sent me a photo of herself wearing a revealing dress which she intended to send to Tiana with a tag that said:Thanks for helping me find this job apart from the money involved, I finally decided to have fun and free myself of stress. The mere thought of having others see Daisy like this sent anger boiling inside me. Daisy is mine, and no one should see her in a sexual way like that except me. “Sir, please this is a workplace, calm down.” A man tried to touch me, but before he could make a move, my guards came after him and threw him out of the office.

That day at work was fun, even if I wasn't allowed to work. It was simply a couple of hours seeing some other faces. And the warm welcome back was a delight. Many of them told me how sorry they were about what happened to me, I tried to shrug it off, but deep down inside, I knew it still haunted me, and still does now. Dean made sure I was only allowed one cup of coffee while I was there because of the babies.

"Yes, you be careful. Mommy wishes you a good job. Cheer up, Dis. Remember, don't throw a tantrum on the first day of work." Gadis scowled. She made sure her sneakers were on properly and that the bag she was carrying didn't have any missing content. Luckily, she was accepted to work in a company that didn't require formal attire for its employees. If they are still polite and neat, it doesn't matter if they only wear a regular shirt and jeans.

What a way to cheer her up and boost her morale on her first day? But it was not just the strictness of her supervisor and the violent nature of the patient V-03 that worried her. Mrs. Dapit also gave her a very short pencil-cut white skirt and a fitted white polo to wear as her uniform. How is she going to clean with this? The noxious old lady really wanted to make it harder for her to work here. The other employees, especially men, kept staring at her crudely as she walked past them. It was very uncomfortable and insulting, but she would not give up. She could put up with it for the sake of her mother. She could not afford to lose this job.

EDEN I got the job!!! Apparently, the manager there was pregnant as well so it was easy to relate to my feelings. All I had to do was wear a sad face and tell her how much I needed this job. She actually shed a tear. So here I was at nine in the morning with aching feet, four hours of sleep and nausea, serving hot coffee and cookies to a couple of high school kids who were laughing a bit too loud and some guy who was getting a bit too handsy with Alicia.

A glare from her was enough to show her displeasure, so I just resorted to snorting. “Mine was just so so..” I shrugged, throwing my towel into the laundry basket They kept asking several questions, mentioning how I was lucky to work in a company because I can clock out early and also do some makeup while going to work. I kept giggling at their cute complaints before I finally fell asleep on the call. **** The next day at work, I was determined to keep a straight face and stand by the professionalism he requested, so I did everything expected of me without sparing him a glance.