“Beni görmek demek mutlaka yüzümü görmek değildir Benim fikirlerimi benim duygularımı anlıyorsanız ve hissediyorsanız bu kâfidir”
Fikirlerinle aydınlanan yolumuzda sana duyduğumuz özlem ve minnetle yürüyoruz Atam ❤️
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Yeminle bugün duyduklarıma çok şaşırdım.
İş yerine 4 ay önce muhasebeci olarak bir kadın aldılar. O geldikten sonra Bi tane usta var hergun yukarı çıkmalar kahve içmeler falan çoğalmıştı. Aslında işinde gücündeydi hiç öyle biri değildi. Meğersem bu yeni gelen kadınla ilişkisi varmış.
Kadın adamla konuşmalarını adamın eşine göndermiş bosansin diye.. adamın eşi de patronun gelinini aramış anlatmış. Muhasebedeki kadını apar topar işten çıkardılar. Ama adam duruyor.
Kadın giderken demiş onu da çıkarmanız lazım bu haksızlık demiş.patron adamı çıkarmadı ama gözüme görünmeden çalissin demiş... adam bazen şehir dışına servise gidince muhasebe deki kadında peşinden gidermiş++
CEO: I heard you've submitted your resignation. Is there something wrong? You've been one of our most reliable employees for seven years.
Employee: Nothing happened suddenly, sir. I've just been unhappy for a long time.
CEO: Unhappy? You've never brought this to my attention.
Employee: I did, sir. Several times. I asked for a salary review, more support, and an opportunity to grow. Every time, I was told the company was going through a difficult period.
CEO: You know running a company isn't easy. We have to make sacrifices sometimes.
Employee: I understand that, sir. But somehow, the sacrifices always come from the employees. When someone is absent, I cover their responsibilities. When there's an emergency, I'm expected to stay late. When a new employee joins, I'm asked to train them. But when it's time for a promotion or salary increase, suddenly there's no budget.
CEO: But we've always considered you an important part of this organisation.
Employee: With all due respect, sir, being important in meetings doesn't pay my bills. Being appreciated verbally doesn't compensate for years of extra responsibilities.
CEO: So all this time, you've been unhappy and never said anything?
Employee: I said something, sir. I just eventually stopped repeating myself. I realised that the company was comfortable with my hard work but wasn't interested in improving my situation.
CEO: What if we increase your salary now? Would you reconsider?
Employee: I appreciate the offer, sir, but I've already accepted another job. They offered me better pay, a clearer career path, and something I haven't experienced here in a long time: the feeling that my contribution is genuinely valued.
CEO: I wish you had given us another chance.
Employee: I gave the company seven years, sir. I think that's enough chances.
Sometimes, employees don't leave because they hate their jobs. They leave because they spend years hoping their workplace will recognise their value, only to discover that someone else is willing to do it immediately.
Never take a good employee for granted simply because they don't complain. Silence doesn't always mean satisfaction. Sometimes, it means they've already started planning their exit.
I had sex with my landlord’s daughter in the bathroom. Since then she has been invited me to her room every night. Once I enter, she is already naked no pants, no shirt, just waiting.
It started on a humid Tuesday evening. I had come home late from work, sticky with sweat, and headed straight for the shared bathroom on the second floor of the old house I rented a room in. The door wasn’t locked.
I pushed it open and found her standing under the spray, water cascading down her body.
She didn’t scream or cover herself. She just looked at me through the steam, eyes dark and calm, and said, “Close the door.”
I did.
She stepped out of the shower without turning the water off. Droplets clung to her collarbones, her breasts, the soft curve of her stomach.
She reached for me, pulled my shirt over my head, and kissed me hard.
Her mouth tasted like toothpaste and something sweeter. I lifted her onto the sink.
The porcelain was cold against her skin; she didn’t care. She guided my hand between her legs and showed me how wet she already was.
When I pushed inside her she bit my shoulder to keep quiet, her nails digging into my back. We moved fast, urgent, the shower still running behind us, water hitting the tiles in a steady rhythm that almost covered the sounds we made.
Afterward she pressed her forehead to mine and whispered, “Come to my room tonight.”
I did.
Every night after that it was the same. I would knock once. The door would open a few inches and she would already be naked, standing just out of the hallway light so only the shape of her was visible. No pants. No underwear.
Sometimes she still had a thin tank top on that she would peel off the second the door clicked shut. Other nights she was completely bare, skin warm, smelling of soap and the faint trace of whatever lotion she used.
She never asked me to leave. She never checked the time. She would pull me onto the bed, or push me against the wall, or climb onto my lap while I sat on the edge of the mattress.
She liked to start slow kissing my neck, dragging her teeth along my jaw, grinding against me until I was hard enough that she could sink down without any more preparation.
Other times she was impatient, already wet and open, pulling me on top of her and wrapping her legs around my waist before I had even finished undressing.
The room was small. The bed creaked. We learned which floorboards were quiet and which ones weren’t. Sometimes she would put her hand over my mouth when she came so the sound wouldn’t carry downstairs. Other times she didn’t care.
She would look me in the eyes while she rode me, lips parted, breathing hard, and tell me exactly how good it felt. She liked when I held her hips and moved her the way I wanted. She liked when I flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind.
She especially liked when I stayed inside her after I finished, still hard, still moving slowly until she came again around me.
Some nights we barely spoke. Other nights she would talk the whole time quiet, filthy things about how she had thought about me all day, how she had touched herself in the shower thinking about the bathroom, how she wanted me to come harder, deeper, fill her up. She never asked me to be careful.
She never reached for a condom. She just opened her legs and took everything I gave her.
By the end of the first week I knew the exact sound the door made when it closed. I knew the way her body arched when I sucked on her nipples.
Billie Eilish shocked fans by saying she loves eating boogers whenever she gets them. She explained that the slimy texture and salty taste make it hard to resist, especially when one is hanging free.