Scornful Attitudes for a Newcomer

Adam was going to his new work place for the second time. In the train he pondered on all the porn pictures they had on the walls there. It wasn't that he felt he minded them; he just felt uncertain about who wanted what about them. For the sake of seeing them as the normal thing to have there, Adam had decided not to ignore them totally, but also not to discuss them much at all.

When he arrived to the workshop, he again was met by the many pictures of females, mostly, who vulgarly sort of invited him - or anyone - for instances of sex. He looked past them, through the window to the next room, where he saw his boss who stood there and talked to three of his coworkers. One of them looked quickly at Adam and seemed to tell the boss about it.

It was almost six thirty in the morning. Thereby Adam had three minutes to change his clothes. He hurried a bit passed the door to the main room, where they stood talking, to dressing room, and changed his clothes quickly.

It was not until he was almost finished with undressing that he noticed a guy who stood and stared at him. He looked back and asked: “What the hell do you want?!”

The man he had talked to said that he didn't care to watch him undress, but that he was thinking about women, and he wished the person he looked at was one. After a while he added that he even fancied male people as something of sex objects.

The room was full of nudity due mostly to the pictures on its walls. But Adam who felt annoyed at the staring man did not feel they excused his gaze. But he said nothing, since he was afraid of being late if he had to stay for a discussion.

While leaving the dressing room he came to think about that the guy seemed curious about his clothes. This troubled him, so that he told his boss about it. “It's not safe, as far as I can tell, to just have to leave them there!”

“For that sake you aught to not bring any money here!” the boss answered.

“But how come, then, did you say not to dress any specific way, since everyone changes his clothes anyway before starting to work?”

“It's not you who should tell me how to run my business!” the boss answered firmly. He seemed intent on keeping his authority intact. “I have a job for you down in the basement, where you should talk to Andy about instructions for it.”

Adam swallowed. After a few seconds he looked around and pointed to a door he found likely to lead there. “What does Andy look like?”

“He has glasses and is a bit tall. Also he will probably seem concerned to get the others working.”

“Okay. Thanks. Is that the door to the basement?”

“Yeah!” the boss said. Then he snorted and added: “If you want to you can fetch your clothes and bring them down there with you!”

“Thanks!” Adam said, and did.

When down the basement he saw a fellow instructing one man and one woman about how to use a certain grinding machine. While he was talking he looked around for a place to put his clothes. Before he could decide on any, the instructor turned to him and said: “Hi, I'm Andy. I guess you're the new kid who I'm supposed to show how to clean the grinding machines today?”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” Adam said. “My name is Adam, by the way,” he added.

Andy looked at his bundle of clothes. “I think you can put those in that room,” he told him. Then he returned to the two he had been talking to before.

While Adam entered the room that Andy had indicated, he again saw a whole bunch of filthy porn pictures on the walls, a few of which disturbed him. These where vulgar in the sense that they imposed, he felt, on his privacy about admiration for women. The women on them seemed intent on providing opportunities for sadism, somehow able to focus on him as though he was supposed to ridicule any girl or woman who didn't care to feel that he could be satisfied by that kind of sadism. Troubled by this, he sighed. But he had no choice but to put his clothes somewhere in that room. After short while he chose a place on the floor above which the porn pictures were not totally bad. Then he quickly returned.

Andy was still instructing the female worker, while the other one seemed to have started, carefully, trying to grind on his own. Adam walked up to the instructor, who did not notice him until he was right next to him and the woman he was instructing. She, on the other hand, had already seen him coming, but seemed content with tending mostly to ignore him, while, Adam noticed, secretly giving him a few glances.

Andy ended his discussion with the female worker by saying “Now I think you should do the seem as he!” at which he pointed to the fellow he had also instructed before.

Andy now turned to Adam and began talking about how to clean the machines. The woman he had recently been instructing glanced quickly at them before carefully starting to grind. Adam felt her glances meant that she had confidence for him, but that she couldn't say it, due to Andy and her other superiors at the work place. Upon reflecting about this, Adam listened to the instructor for another four minutes, after which he cleaned machines for an hour and a half. When done he went back to the room where he had left his clothes and picked them up.

When in there, he again was disturbed by the porn pictures there. He thereby felt he had to pray in order to stay away from feeling he should become horny - and thereby satanic - about them. While he was doing it, the man Andy had been instructing when he came entered the room and saw him. Looking at him he said: “We all have to pray sometimes, but do you have to disturb the work place atmosphere by doing it!?”

Adam was a bit astonished at him about what he said. The answers he had he could not say, because somehow the working place atmosphere invited him to feel as though he was at home with not praying there. So he quickly finished the prayer, took his bundle in his hand and then grabbed the door.

Upon opening it he almost bumped into the woman whom Andy had instructed. She looked annoyed, then said: “How come you feel like bumping into me, when seeing the ways of cunning as if they were all for authorities to teach you?”

Adam looked a bit nonplussed. He hesitated for a while before asking back: “What do you mean?!”

“I can't say it's you who are into this work place being anything but an indication of real-world attitudes, while I have to stand for all the sentiments around here!”

“I don't mind caring about sentiments!” Adam responded. “But I do care to be into that even anyone's sentiments - like mine too - should be considered worthy of good attention.”

She looked at the other fellow in the room and retorted: “It seems to me you don't have anything but porn pictures in this working place! But I, I feel tormented by these pix! And you guys always seem to put me down about them! It's as if they were worthy of you those women in the porn pix, and as if I weren't!”

“I don't mind seeing you as as worthy as they are!” the man she looked at answered. “Besides, this fellow right beside you seem to be feeling that he is a superior beside us, so you should be careful about how to treat the little fellow!”

Adam looked at them. To his astonishment, he found no words to defend himself. Awfully fakingly, the fellow who had just talked seemed innocent by his comparison. Now he saw the woman go near him and hug him. She seemed content with that he saw in her an equal of those in the porn pictures, and she seemed happy to be despising Adam much more than the guy she was hugging!

“I guess you both are so imbecile that you don't need to pray about these filthy pictures!” Adam criticized them.

Now the woman whom Adam had recently thought found him trustworthy scolded back: “How come there's no attitude about how we feel about them, now that you, you little rascal, feel so damned uptight and good about yourself?!” she asked. Then she turned to the other fellow and kissed his cheek. “Look at us two! We, he and I, have an ordinary life about things like moral, while you, you little stuck-up pig are into just scolding the two of us - as if we were not real people or something!”

With that she also smiled a little and then began kissing the guy beside her on the lips. She vulgarly kissed him more and more deeply until at last Adam gave up and left them to their fancy.

When going home that evening, Adam thought about what they had been saying. Somehow the girl - or woman, that is - was, he figured, into not admitting to herself that she knew - probably - that the man she was fondling was rather evil to her. But, somehow, she seemed to have a lust for evil, just as long as, Adam figured, she didn't have to confess to it!