How I Ended Up Listening To My Coworker Have Phone Sex

Day 3

Early in the day I’d met with some other leaders in our company and discussed ways in which we could make the company better, particularly for new employees.

I realized that the materials we were currently using were outdated. So during one of our seminars, I took a template and started making a mock up training document. I saw Ashley look over my shoulder at my computer screen, but she was always hovering so I didn’t think too much of it.

Then our manager, who had just arrived in New Mexico, showed up. And one of the first things out of Ashley’s mouth was “I was thinking about developing new training materials.” 

Of course my manger thought it was a great idea.

I agreed, my great idea.

I was officially done.

We had a half day. And after noon, we were free to explore. As luck would have it, I started my period and wasn’t feeling all that great. I thought that I would head back to the room and rest and also get some much needed alone time.

I thought wrong.

Even though Ashley had signed up to take a tour of the local museums, once I told her that I was heading back to the room because I didn’t feel well and wanted to be left alone, she assumed that that was the perfect time for her to tag-a-long.

Ashley sat at the desk, directly in front of the end of my bed and pretended to send e-mails.

I woke up from my nap to the light still blaring in my face and the scent of Kim Kardashian body spray, mixed with Newports. Our room officially smelled like a strip club.

When she noticed that I was up, Ashley made a big production of leaving the room. By now, I knew not to get too hopeful. And sure enough, ten minutes later Ashley came back into the room with two cheap wine bottles from the nearby gas station.

“I thought we could have a girl’s night in!” 

Why Ashley thought I would drink this wine after I had been telling her every night at dinner that I didn’t drink the stuff, was beyond me. It was then that it clicked, not only was Ashley rather annoying and underhanded in the way she stole my idea, she was rather inconsiderate and just didn’t listen well.

I looked at her, took two sleeping pills and climbed into bed.

I was awakened a couple of hours later to loud cackling and then giggling. The light at the end of my bed was still on, glaring in my face. I went to the restroom and then returned to my bed, making sure to switch the light off.

Ashley walked out onto the balcony to talk, presumably about me. When she came back into the room, she turned the light back on and moved the room’s ironing board over to my side of the room. She ironed some outfit she’d packed for a night out.