Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2022 13:52:57 +0200
From: ampmuscl@gmail.com
Subject: Being George's assistant - 1

This story was not written by me but inspired by me to Author Kyle. I
have lost touch with Kyle and hope my submitting this we can reconnect


  I always imagined myself becoming a business
tycoon when I graduated from college. I went to a
prestigious and somewhat costly business school
in the midwest and felt that would be enough to
land me a great position where my dreams and
aspirations would take off. When everything went
to hell in 2008 I was left unemployed by the
economic downturn and my company's decision to
downsize because of it. I had been out of school
just three years and already had lost my first
job at a brokerage firm. It was not long after
this that I began putting together an updated
resume and I started shopping myself around to a
number of companies. As many of you know though,
the competition was rough. There were a lot of
people competing for a smell number of jobs at
the time and it never seemed I could get past the
first interview.

All hope seemed lost until I got a call from an
old college buddy of mine, George. We had been
part of the same class and become good friends
when we found out we had many of the same
classes. He had gone on to earn his Master's
degree and had secured a great position at his
dad's company as the head of their midwest
division. He told me he saw my resume online and
that although he did not have a position really
worthy of my skill set that he was looking for a
personal assistant. "It's at least something
until you find another job or until something
opens up around here." he said as we spoke on the
phone. George had always been that guy that you
could not help but envy. He came from a wealthy
family and everything seemed to be laid out for
him since birth. Not to mention the fact that he
was also graced with great looks, athletic body,
and a knack for killing with the ladies. I can't
tell you how many times I came back and saw a
sock on the outside of his door meaning for his
roommate to stay out because he was getting lucky
again. The only thing about George that was a
little off putting was the subtle jabs he would
take at some of us who did not quite have the
wealth or resources that he did. Any chance he
could point out how he was better than the rest
of us he took. It really worked on some of the
guy's confidence. I'm actually sort of surprised
he was not punched out but instead the opposite
seemed to happen. These guys seemed eager to
please George in any way possible. They would go
to his classes and take notes for him, clean his
room, and I even caught one guy removing the mud
and shining up his soccer cleats. I thought that
he was probably getting paid but learned that he
was doing it to "pay back a favor". I can't
imagine what the favor must have been. Some of
the tasks like the cleat cleaning seemed a little
degrading and I was glad I never let George push
me around like his servant.

So I decide to some in and at least talk to him
about the job of being his assistant. I was a
little scared of what the job might entail but
then I remembered that this was a professional
environment. How bad could he treat me?
Especially since we were old buddies.

The place was spectacular. I had never been into
the building but had seen it from the highway
many times. George of course had a spectacular
office, the kind I dreamed of having some day.
"Kyle, so nice to see you again buddy!" he said
enthusiastically as I entered his office. I took
a seat and shot the shit for a bit and then talk
turned to the job. "Actually about 25 other
people applied for this job. I was rather
surprised but with this job market I probably
shouldn't have been. I was actually about to hire
somebody that I thought would have been perfect
but then I saw you were out of work, so I figured
what the hell."

"So what exactly would I be doing?"

"Well, you basically would be my assistant. There
would be some secretarial work like typing
e-mails, getting me coffee, filing documents. You
also would be learning the business which I see
you have some pretty good references so you
should have no trouble picking it up. There will
be many days when I will expect you to take on
some of my work load. As you probably remember I
do not like working hard if possible." We both
sort of laughed at this knowing it to be true.
This sent me to another flashback of my college
days. Ryan was a middle class kid with not a lot
of money but he had got a full ride scholarship
and was making something of himself. He seemed to
be George's personal assistant. I can recall him
doing his laundry, typing papers, cleaning
George's room. It all seemed odd but nobody made
a big deal about it. I wondered if I would be
subject to anything degrading. Then I reassured
myself that there would be nothing out of the
ordinary.

The first day was pretty routine. The work was
not challenging in the least. George showed me a
number of things that I would be responsible for
and I grasped them pretty quick. He seemed quite
pleased by the development. "Kyle, I think you
are going to work out just fine as my assistant."
With that he slipped his feet out of his loafers
and actually rested them on his desk. He has
brown socks that matched his brown slacks and I
could smell the perfume of his large meaty feet.
George was definitely an alpha male and didn't
care if others were offended by his foot scent.
He was at the top of the food chain and flaunted
it. One of his subordinates came in while we were
talking to drop off some work that had been done.
He stared at George's feet while he looked at the
work. " Tony you will have to rework this, it
still is not up to standard. Oh and by the way my
loafers need polished. You wouldn't mind would
you?" I could not believe it. Tony came around to
the side of his desk picked up George's loafers
and took them with him presumably back to his
desk. "That dude will do anything I tell him. You
need some guys like that around. That is why I
hired you." We both laughed, me a little
uncomfortably.

To be continued.

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