Post by kingfaraday on Aug 6, 2017 12:05:55 GMT -6
The Resume
By Bob
“I’m never going to find a job,” Jenny Carpender sighed as she looked down at
the recent photos from her graduation. Jenny had just finished law school and had
already been turned down by three different firms where she had applied. “At this
rate I’m going to have to start
thinking about internships, but
how am I going to pay off my
student loans?” Jenny groaned
even at the thought. Her friends
had told her about how in some
internships young female
employees are sexually harassed
by older workers. She really didn’t
want to go through that especially
after working her but off to get
through three years of law school.
The twenty-five year old
looked down at her resume. The
problem was that she lacked
experience. Employers were
placing her in a literal catch-22.
She needed a job to gain work
experience, but she had no chance
at a job without already having
some working background. “Well
maybe in twenty or twenty-five
years I finally have something to write on my resume. If only there was a way to gain
some work experience to fill this thing out.”
She imagined a resume filled with prior work in the law. Ten years as an
associate followed by being made a partner and finally a law firm with her own
name in the title. She blinked and for a moment thought she almost saw her resume
reflect her own imagination. Jenny decided she had been staring at her computer
way too long, and resolved to get changed and go out for a night of fun. It was the
least she could do to cheer herself up after such a disappointing day. But first she
would need to call up her best friend and partner in crime, Samantha. Jenny
brushed aside her silky brown hair as she placed the phone up against her ear.
“Hey Samantha do you want to hit the clubs tonight?”
“Oh hell yeah girl! How is the job hunt going by the way? Are you setting the law
world on fire yet?”
“Well… not exactly. Finding a job has been way harder than I thought it would be.
Actually I really wanted to go out tonight to get my mind off of it.”
“No problem girlfriend. Let’s hit up the clubs. Get hammered. And find some hot
guys to hook up with. We’re both so hot we’ll being fighting then off with a stick.
That will help. Trust me!”
Jenny walked into her bedroom and began to take off her clothes. As she
pulled off her top, she inspected her perky C-cup breasts. Her eyes then continued
down toward her toned, flat stomach. Even with all the coursework she had in
college and law school, Jenny had always found the time to workout in order to keep
her figure. Jenny assumed that if she ever actually found a job, she would still take
the time to exercise.
Jenny then slowly removed her pants. This revealed a very appealing bubble
but and very shapely legs. Finally she looked down at her cute little feet and wiggled
her toes. Jenny was proud of her body and knew that she could choose from a
plethora of different outfits and still look hot. With that in mind, she began digging
into her closet.
Meanwhile…
Something strange was happening on Jenny’s computer where her resume
was still being displayed. Suddenly a new section appeared titled Prior Work
Experience. Under this section were the words: Ten Years as an Associate with
Minor/Lockhart. A few other changes occurred on the resume including a list of
memberships with several
organizations and the titles of a
few legal articles. The resume now
reflected a woman who had spent
a good ten years as an attorney.
Jenny felt a momentary
sense of dizziness. She closed her
eyes and grabbed the closet door
to keep from falling over. “What
had she been doing?” she thought.
“Oh yeah she had to find something
for her date tonight.” Jenny
frowned, as she looked at her
thirty-five year old body in the
mirror. Working nearly eighteen
hours a day for the past ten years
certainly had taken a toll. Her once
immaculate breast had grown in
size but now sagged down her
chest. Jenny thought back wistfully to law school where she could get away with
going bra less. Those days were definitely gone.
No one would still call her stomach firm. She remembered the countless long
nights eating takeout food, so she could continue working. When her stomach had
first begun to poof out, Jenny had tried to make time for the gym. However after a
few embarrassing aerobics classes where her out of shape body had been
surrounded by fit little twenty years old, she had resigned herself to developing a
pot belly.
Her butt and legs hadn’t fared any better against the test of time. Her ass had
doubled in size and was distinctly square. Jenny remembered fondly a time when a
gap had existed between her thighs which now firmly pressed against one another.
Cellulite crisscrossed her once flawless legs, and even worse there was the start of
varicose veins. Jenny had also recently noticed that she could feel her ass wobble
when she walked. In the back of her mind, she worried that she would develop a
waddle when she walked like her mother had. In fact as she looked into the mirror,
she had to begrudgingly admit that she was starting to look a great deal like her
mother.
Jenny searched through her closet. Finding an outfit that flattered her
diminished figure was a challenge. Dating had gotten so much harder after she had
turned thirty. All the good men her age were married, and somehow she had been
left out in the cold. All her dates now
seemed to be older, divorced men who
acted liked they were doing her a
favor by going out. Furthermore many
were intimidated by her high powered
and high paying job. She had been set
up on a blind date with the brother of
a friend from work and was really
eager to make a good first impression.
She grabbed a pair of jeans and
started to put them on. They were a
tight fit, and she had to suck in to
button them. She turned to inspect
herself in the mirror. Her pants looked
like they were barely containing her
large posterior, and it definitely
accentuated her emerging muffin top.
POP!!!! Suddenly the front
button of her jeans was flying across
the room. “Being on the fast track to
making partner better be worth all
this,” she muttered as she removed
the damaged pants. She finally settled on a nice dress which she hoped accented her
cleavage. With a supportive bra it did just that, but Jenny could not escape that her
body was starting to look like a pear. She still hated that her once toned arms had
given way to soft, jiggly bingo wings and decided to wear a light shawl to try to hide
them for as long as possible during the date.
Jenny then moved over to her makeup table and began going to work on her
face. Long hours of staring at documents had led to deep crow’s feet around her eyes
while many dinners wooing potential clients had caused laugh lines near her mouth.
With a heavy layer of foundation she was able to conceal the worst of the wrinkles.
Jenny smiled. “I bet I could even pass for thirty-two or thirty-three… if the lights
were low enough,” she thought.
Meanwhile back on Jenny’s computer…
Even more lines than were on poor Jenny’s face were being added to her
resume as if some invisible hand was typing across her computer. Now, under the
line that said Ten Years as an Associate with Minor/Lockhart was Ten Years as a
Junior Partner at Minor/Lockhart. However more astonishing was the final line
which read: Five Years as Senior Partner at Minor, Lockhart and Carpender.
This time the dizzy sensation was almost strong enough to knock the (not
nearly nimble as she use to be) woman off her feet. She felt hot all over and ripped
off her dress. She jammed her eyes closed hoping to make the world stop spinning.
After a few seconds, Jenny
open her eyes and was
shocked to see a fifty year
old woman staring back at
her. “OH MY GOD!!!! I’M
OLD!!!!” she cried. She put
her hand up to her face
and felt her dried, lined
face in disbelief. Deep
crow’s feet were etched
around her eyes along
with heavy bags which
made her left eye look
slightly sunken.
She then turned
her attention to her hair. It
had magically shortened
and styled itself into a
shorter, more
conservative style. She ran
her hands through it and
was horrified to find that it was thinner and more brittle than she remembered it.
Even more disconcerting was the dull brown color it had become and the graying
patch in the middle. As she removed her hands from her hair, she caught sight of
them. The skin was translucent and she could see age spots and veins all over both
of them. “I look like the older sister my mother never had,” she thought in a panic.
“What am I going to do? I’m twenty-five years old. I shouldn’t look like some frumpy,
past her prime, middle-aged woman! Please make this stop!”
A severe pain shot through Jenny’s head, and she closed her eyes in pain.
When Jennifer opened her eyes, she looked into the mirror and smiled. “Well, old
girl you’re not looking to shabby for having fifty years on the odometer.”
She eyed her body in the mirror. Her breasts were large sacks that now
rested comfortable on her wobbly, stretch-mark line belly. Jennifer had to buy
special super strong underwire bras to hold them in place. Her hips had flared out
tremendously as fat had continued to collect on her thighs as she went through her
forties. Her ass hadn’t grown much larger from her mid-thirties. However the
increased weight and sagging had the effect of making Jennifer look now decidedly
pear shaped. Finally her legs now showed several spider veins and a great deal of
cellulite that Jennifer tried to hide (with only a varying degree of success) with
panty hose.
“Why am I standing here naked?” she thought. It wasn’t like she needed to be
anywhere this evening. After about forty, most of Jennifer’s romantic prospects had
dried up. However, this didn’t mean Jennifer wasn’t getting her needs fulfilled. For
the past couple of years she had started preying upon the young men interning at
her firm. She smiled mischievously as she thought back to the many nights of long
passionate sex. She had become increasingly horny as she entered into menopause,
and she couldn’t even look at an intern without thinking about one of them
massaging her large, sagging breasts or running their hands down her cellulite
riddled legs. The other night in fact Jennifer had been going so hot and heavy that
she had pulled her hip. She didn’t know if the interns were genuinely turned on by
her or just trying to get into the good graces of their frumpy old boss, but either way
she would take it. Concerns over a sexual harassment suit hardly concerned her; she
hadn’t practiced law for twenty-five years without learning how to get away with a
thing or two.
Jennifer began to dress. She had given up wearing pants about five years ago
and had taken to wearing low cut skirts almost exclusively. She then found a nice
conservative blouse. Finally she selected a nice pair of flat sensible shows and
sighed. If there was a part of aging that bothered her the most, it was what time had
done to her feet. Decades of wearing high heals had transformed her cute little toes
into to calloused, deformed ones. Like her hands, the skin on her feet had thinned
out making them look bony and veiny. In addition her once dainty ankles had the
left the building along with her supple legs, and she now possessed shapeless
cankles.
After getting dressed. Jennifer waddled back into her living room. “What is
my laptop doing on? And why is my resume pulled up?” she wondered. Jennifer
might have some problems in her life, but she was certainly set in her employment.
In fact, she couldn’t think of any reason why she would ever need to use it again. She
clicked to exist out of the document, and the message “Do you wish to save your
work before exiting? Yes or No” appeared. Jennifer hesitated for a moment over the
yes like some small fraction of her psyche was crying out for her not to click. The
moment passed, and she hit the button. A final wave of dizzy overcame Jennifer as
the birthdate on her driver’s license changed from October 29, 1990 to October 29,
1965. Her listed weight also changed from 115 to 207, and a tired-looking matronly
woman’s face replaced the picture of a bubbly twenty-something. Finally the small
apartment transformed from a small humble studio into a luxurious two bedroom.
When Jennifer recovered from her final bout of dizziness, she realized that
there was one more thing she needed to do. She dialed the number of her young
secretary Samantha. Jennifer of course had never had had any children of her own
and had come to think of Samantha as sort of a surrogate daughter. She had taken
her under her wing and was trying to be a mentor to the outgoing girl. Samantha in
turn had taken to playfully teasing her about her age.
“Hello Samantha dear, I know it is late but I was wondering if I could speak
with you for a moment.”
“Uh well… Ms. Carpender I was about to go out with some friends. You know
hit up some bars and have some fun. I’m sure you can remember going out from
back in your day.”
Jennifer winced for a moment at the back in your day comment and replied.
“Samantha, you really need to start thinking about your future. Tomorrow after
work I want to sit down and seriously talk about your plans. Make sure to bring a
copy of your resume for me to look at.”
By Bob
“I’m never going to find a job,” Jenny Carpender sighed as she looked down at
the recent photos from her graduation. Jenny had just finished law school and had
already been turned down by three different firms where she had applied. “At this
rate I’m going to have to start
thinking about internships, but
how am I going to pay off my
student loans?” Jenny groaned
even at the thought. Her friends
had told her about how in some
internships young female
employees are sexually harassed
by older workers. She really didn’t
want to go through that especially
after working her but off to get
through three years of law school.
The twenty-five year old
looked down at her resume. The
problem was that she lacked
experience. Employers were
placing her in a literal catch-22.
She needed a job to gain work
experience, but she had no chance
at a job without already having
some working background. “Well
maybe in twenty or twenty-five
years I finally have something to write on my resume. If only there was a way to gain
some work experience to fill this thing out.”
She imagined a resume filled with prior work in the law. Ten years as an
associate followed by being made a partner and finally a law firm with her own
name in the title. She blinked and for a moment thought she almost saw her resume
reflect her own imagination. Jenny decided she had been staring at her computer
way too long, and resolved to get changed and go out for a night of fun. It was the
least she could do to cheer herself up after such a disappointing day. But first she
would need to call up her best friend and partner in crime, Samantha. Jenny
brushed aside her silky brown hair as she placed the phone up against her ear.
“Hey Samantha do you want to hit the clubs tonight?”
“Oh hell yeah girl! How is the job hunt going by the way? Are you setting the law
world on fire yet?”
“Well… not exactly. Finding a job has been way harder than I thought it would be.
Actually I really wanted to go out tonight to get my mind off of it.”
“No problem girlfriend. Let’s hit up the clubs. Get hammered. And find some hot
guys to hook up with. We’re both so hot we’ll being fighting then off with a stick.
That will help. Trust me!”
Jenny walked into her bedroom and began to take off her clothes. As she
pulled off her top, she inspected her perky C-cup breasts. Her eyes then continued
down toward her toned, flat stomach. Even with all the coursework she had in
college and law school, Jenny had always found the time to workout in order to keep
her figure. Jenny assumed that if she ever actually found a job, she would still take
the time to exercise.
Jenny then slowly removed her pants. This revealed a very appealing bubble
but and very shapely legs. Finally she looked down at her cute little feet and wiggled
her toes. Jenny was proud of her body and knew that she could choose from a
plethora of different outfits and still look hot. With that in mind, she began digging
into her closet.
Meanwhile…
Something strange was happening on Jenny’s computer where her resume
was still being displayed. Suddenly a new section appeared titled Prior Work
Experience. Under this section were the words: Ten Years as an Associate with
Minor/Lockhart. A few other changes occurred on the resume including a list of
memberships with several
organizations and the titles of a
few legal articles. The resume now
reflected a woman who had spent
a good ten years as an attorney.
Jenny felt a momentary
sense of dizziness. She closed her
eyes and grabbed the closet door
to keep from falling over. “What
had she been doing?” she thought.
“Oh yeah she had to find something
for her date tonight.” Jenny
frowned, as she looked at her
thirty-five year old body in the
mirror. Working nearly eighteen
hours a day for the past ten years
certainly had taken a toll. Her once
immaculate breast had grown in
size but now sagged down her
chest. Jenny thought back wistfully to law school where she could get away with
going bra less. Those days were definitely gone.
No one would still call her stomach firm. She remembered the countless long
nights eating takeout food, so she could continue working. When her stomach had
first begun to poof out, Jenny had tried to make time for the gym. However after a
few embarrassing aerobics classes where her out of shape body had been
surrounded by fit little twenty years old, she had resigned herself to developing a
pot belly.
Her butt and legs hadn’t fared any better against the test of time. Her ass had
doubled in size and was distinctly square. Jenny remembered fondly a time when a
gap had existed between her thighs which now firmly pressed against one another.
Cellulite crisscrossed her once flawless legs, and even worse there was the start of
varicose veins. Jenny had also recently noticed that she could feel her ass wobble
when she walked. In the back of her mind, she worried that she would develop a
waddle when she walked like her mother had. In fact as she looked into the mirror,
she had to begrudgingly admit that she was starting to look a great deal like her
mother.
Jenny searched through her closet. Finding an outfit that flattered her
diminished figure was a challenge. Dating had gotten so much harder after she had
turned thirty. All the good men her age were married, and somehow she had been
left out in the cold. All her dates now
seemed to be older, divorced men who
acted liked they were doing her a
favor by going out. Furthermore many
were intimidated by her high powered
and high paying job. She had been set
up on a blind date with the brother of
a friend from work and was really
eager to make a good first impression.
She grabbed a pair of jeans and
started to put them on. They were a
tight fit, and she had to suck in to
button them. She turned to inspect
herself in the mirror. Her pants looked
like they were barely containing her
large posterior, and it definitely
accentuated her emerging muffin top.
POP!!!! Suddenly the front
button of her jeans was flying across
the room. “Being on the fast track to
making partner better be worth all
this,” she muttered as she removed
the damaged pants. She finally settled on a nice dress which she hoped accented her
cleavage. With a supportive bra it did just that, but Jenny could not escape that her
body was starting to look like a pear. She still hated that her once toned arms had
given way to soft, jiggly bingo wings and decided to wear a light shawl to try to hide
them for as long as possible during the date.
Jenny then moved over to her makeup table and began going to work on her
face. Long hours of staring at documents had led to deep crow’s feet around her eyes
while many dinners wooing potential clients had caused laugh lines near her mouth.
With a heavy layer of foundation she was able to conceal the worst of the wrinkles.
Jenny smiled. “I bet I could even pass for thirty-two or thirty-three… if the lights
were low enough,” she thought.
Meanwhile back on Jenny’s computer…
Even more lines than were on poor Jenny’s face were being added to her
resume as if some invisible hand was typing across her computer. Now, under the
line that said Ten Years as an Associate with Minor/Lockhart was Ten Years as a
Junior Partner at Minor/Lockhart. However more astonishing was the final line
which read: Five Years as Senior Partner at Minor, Lockhart and Carpender.
This time the dizzy sensation was almost strong enough to knock the (not
nearly nimble as she use to be) woman off her feet. She felt hot all over and ripped
off her dress. She jammed her eyes closed hoping to make the world stop spinning.
After a few seconds, Jenny
open her eyes and was
shocked to see a fifty year
old woman staring back at
her. “OH MY GOD!!!! I’M
OLD!!!!” she cried. She put
her hand up to her face
and felt her dried, lined
face in disbelief. Deep
crow’s feet were etched
around her eyes along
with heavy bags which
made her left eye look
slightly sunken.
She then turned
her attention to her hair. It
had magically shortened
and styled itself into a
shorter, more
conservative style. She ran
her hands through it and
was horrified to find that it was thinner and more brittle than she remembered it.
Even more disconcerting was the dull brown color it had become and the graying
patch in the middle. As she removed her hands from her hair, she caught sight of
them. The skin was translucent and she could see age spots and veins all over both
of them. “I look like the older sister my mother never had,” she thought in a panic.
“What am I going to do? I’m twenty-five years old. I shouldn’t look like some frumpy,
past her prime, middle-aged woman! Please make this stop!”
A severe pain shot through Jenny’s head, and she closed her eyes in pain.
When Jennifer opened her eyes, she looked into the mirror and smiled. “Well, old
girl you’re not looking to shabby for having fifty years on the odometer.”
She eyed her body in the mirror. Her breasts were large sacks that now
rested comfortable on her wobbly, stretch-mark line belly. Jennifer had to buy
special super strong underwire bras to hold them in place. Her hips had flared out
tremendously as fat had continued to collect on her thighs as she went through her
forties. Her ass hadn’t grown much larger from her mid-thirties. However the
increased weight and sagging had the effect of making Jennifer look now decidedly
pear shaped. Finally her legs now showed several spider veins and a great deal of
cellulite that Jennifer tried to hide (with only a varying degree of success) with
panty hose.
“Why am I standing here naked?” she thought. It wasn’t like she needed to be
anywhere this evening. After about forty, most of Jennifer’s romantic prospects had
dried up. However, this didn’t mean Jennifer wasn’t getting her needs fulfilled. For
the past couple of years she had started preying upon the young men interning at
her firm. She smiled mischievously as she thought back to the many nights of long
passionate sex. She had become increasingly horny as she entered into menopause,
and she couldn’t even look at an intern without thinking about one of them
massaging her large, sagging breasts or running their hands down her cellulite
riddled legs. The other night in fact Jennifer had been going so hot and heavy that
she had pulled her hip. She didn’t know if the interns were genuinely turned on by
her or just trying to get into the good graces of their frumpy old boss, but either way
she would take it. Concerns over a sexual harassment suit hardly concerned her; she
hadn’t practiced law for twenty-five years without learning how to get away with a
thing or two.
Jennifer began to dress. She had given up wearing pants about five years ago
and had taken to wearing low cut skirts almost exclusively. She then found a nice
conservative blouse. Finally she selected a nice pair of flat sensible shows and
sighed. If there was a part of aging that bothered her the most, it was what time had
done to her feet. Decades of wearing high heals had transformed her cute little toes
into to calloused, deformed ones. Like her hands, the skin on her feet had thinned
out making them look bony and veiny. In addition her once dainty ankles had the
left the building along with her supple legs, and she now possessed shapeless
cankles.
After getting dressed. Jennifer waddled back into her living room. “What is
my laptop doing on? And why is my resume pulled up?” she wondered. Jennifer
might have some problems in her life, but she was certainly set in her employment.
In fact, she couldn’t think of any reason why she would ever need to use it again. She
clicked to exist out of the document, and the message “Do you wish to save your
work before exiting? Yes or No” appeared. Jennifer hesitated for a moment over the
yes like some small fraction of her psyche was crying out for her not to click. The
moment passed, and she hit the button. A final wave of dizzy overcame Jennifer as
the birthdate on her driver’s license changed from October 29, 1990 to October 29,
1965. Her listed weight also changed from 115 to 207, and a tired-looking matronly
woman’s face replaced the picture of a bubbly twenty-something. Finally the small
apartment transformed from a small humble studio into a luxurious two bedroom.
When Jennifer recovered from her final bout of dizziness, she realized that
there was one more thing she needed to do. She dialed the number of her young
secretary Samantha. Jennifer of course had never had had any children of her own
and had come to think of Samantha as sort of a surrogate daughter. She had taken
her under her wing and was trying to be a mentor to the outgoing girl. Samantha in
turn had taken to playfully teasing her about her age.
“Hello Samantha dear, I know it is late but I was wondering if I could speak
with you for a moment.”
“Uh well… Ms. Carpender I was about to go out with some friends. You know
hit up some bars and have some fun. I’m sure you can remember going out from
back in your day.”
Jennifer winced for a moment at the back in your day comment and replied.
“Samantha, you really need to start thinking about your future. Tomorrow after
work I want to sit down and seriously talk about your plans. Make sure to bring a
copy of your resume for me to look at.”