I sat at my customary table in the back corner, by myself. Mona joined her boyfriend and the two of them sat next to each other and snuggled up together. He doesn't cuss YOU out on a daily basis,' I thought. "But you know he's going through a divorce, so maybe cut him some slack." "Don't let him get to you, Benji," Mona said as we walked down the hall. I don't think it deserved the treatment I got.Īs lunch time came around, I picked up my brown lunchbag and the paperback book I was reading and walked to the break room. It was a minor mistake and it only took him off route by a few miles. I looked over the route papers and I found the mistake and corrected it in the computer system.
Boothe was always so mean to me and I couldn't help but get nervous and flustered around him, which only made it worse. Unfortunately, he quit for a better job out of state and they promoted Boothe. He said I was the best dispatcher he knew and that I knew the business and the routes like the back of my hand. I knew I wasn't the smartest guy, but I thought I did a good job. I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to figure out what I did wrong on Chuck's route. I picked them up and returned to my desk. "You fucked up Chuck's route," he groused. "Y-y-yes, sir?" I stammered as I stepped in front of his desk. He was mean and homophobic and he scared the crap out of me. Unfortunately, his personality was so repulsive that it negated any hotness or attraction that I could have felt for him. He was built big, with a little bit of a pot belly. He had hazel eyes, brown thinning hair with a goatee and moustache. I've always had a little bit on an attraction to older guys, and Mr. Boothe was a handsome man in his forties. I got up from my desk and walked into Mr. She was dating one of the young truckers, a guy in his late twenties. She had a nice figure and was pretty, but she gave off that cougar vibe. Mona was a 40-something single lady who dressed like she was in her twenties. Boothe yelling for me, the other dispatcher, Mona, looked at me and shrugged. I don't mind it too much, since I have always been a loner. It did not take long for it spread all over the company.Īll of my co-workers ignore me for the most part. Unfortunately, he told my co-worker I was a 'fag'. Dad was not the most supportive of me, to put it mildly.
One of the truckers that used to work here knew my dad. As a dispatcher, I help plan the transfers and routes for the truck drivers. Most of our routes are local to the surrounding counties, but we do have the occasional long haul.
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We have a group of drivers that make those transfers throughout the day, plus a handful of warehouse workers that drive pallet jacks and load and unload trucks. We have a huge storage warehouse that companies rent for overflow inventory. Because there was already a Big Ben and a Little Ben working here when I started, I got the unfortunate luck of being called Benji. I started out as a shipping clerk on the dock, then got promoted to dispatcher two years ago. I've worked at Ace's Trucking and Storage Company for the past five years. I'm painfully shy and I'm not the most manly of guys, and being gay doesn't help, especially given my work environment. I don't think I'm anything special to look at. I'm pretty short at only 5'7" and a little bit too skinny. "Benji! Get your fuckin' ass in here," Mr.