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Lucy
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*taken out due to privacy and security reasons. That's the client I'm working for. 

  Due to our company's implementation of stricter new policies, cellphones, PDAs, iPods, laptops are no longer allowed to be brought inside the Operations area. How do i get away with it?

Well, at first, I used to peacefully surrender my phone and Palm to the guards to be later returned when I log-out of the office. Later, I got tired of going through the process so I don't bring both altogether. And yet still later, I missed mah baby and got too guilty of just leaving it all alone in my room while i go to work that i sneaked it inside my cosmetic purse.

(Ah, status quo too!)

A guard one time got sneakier than me and asked me to open it during the standard inspection of bags but... he didn't recognize my Palm in its black leather case!!! So now I carry it always with me in my bag (not inside the purse mind you), cuz the guards are not familiar with it and always let me off the hook. But wait, that's not the main dish! Here goes the best part (hehehe)...

I got bolder so I decided to bring my phone as well last night. I was almost late, and didn't have time to surrender my phone so what I did was...

I couldn't put it anywhere in my bag, cuz from experience they always feel through everything and would ask you to open anything they suspect. I couldn't put it in my jean pockets as well cuz the bulge would be obvious and I may be asked what's inside it by any supervisor who would notice. I was wearing a small sized shirt, too.

So I squeezed it in between my bosom. hehehe. Yup, you heard it right. It fit comfortably right in! (Ha! good thing nobody texted me or, God forbid, called, cuz my boobs would have been vibrating like crazy! harhar)

Everything went perfectly, I wasn't late (almost did by 30 seconds), the guards didn't notice anything suspicious (unless they had asked me to strip), and i went about work with phone rising and falling in sync with every heave and sigh of my chest. I didn't want to risk taking it out and putting it in my bag in the meantime lest I forget when i get too tired later in the early morning when going out.

BUT... I had to go to the powder room and answer the call of nature. There was this big shit soaked around in really yellow urine that some beeyatch wanted to show off to the world by not flushing. I didn't have any choice but to flush it cuz the other two cubicles didn't have any tissue left. There were residues around, eeek! I lost my composure and forgot about my phone when i bent over...

Down my Sony T230 fell, jumped, and slided to the next cubicle. Good thing the tiles weren't dirty. But unfortunately I remembered that there was one other person with me in the CR also answering whatever call it is (of nature or otherwise. oops, naugthy me).

The lead supervisor.

It was a bigger shit, all right (pun intended). Doomsday.

She had the reputation of being strict and was currently applying for a higher position.

I felt my knees crumble and contemplated on what would be the shade of the stationery in which I'll be printing my resignation letter on. I saw myself using my own euphimism, "in-between-jobs".

There was no other way to go around it because we were the only ones in the bathroom. The other choice would be to dash off pronto and abandon my phone since she's still in her cubicle. But that's not a good move either, cuz I would be losing my phone and she knows we were the only ones inside. She, of course, can also trace my identity by opening my mobile.

No use. So, with defeat, I resigned to my sad fate. So much for my self-proclaimed ingeniousness. So much for what I called "snug" and "tight". God did not provide with much abundance over there after all.

I went out and lo! But the center cubicle was empty! She was at the third one! I picked it up immediately just as she got out. She didn't even see it.

One really really close call.

Suddenly, my future looked bright again. I stared at my phone and sighed.

But did I learn anything?!

I just sneaked it back in my cleavage.

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