Why Does Getting Laid Always Correspond to Work Deadlines?
Work sucks this week. There’s a huge meeting on Friday afternoon (always Friday afternoons–who does this?!) that my entire department has been staying late to prepare for. I’ve actually been bringing work home, there’s that much crap to do. It has happened before and it’s happening again now. I mean, what the fuck? I haven’t had a sucky deadline in months (since the last time I got laid), and NOW it gets busy again.
I wish I could clap my hands together, wiggle my nose, bob my head up and down, and magically make time stop for however long it takes me to finish writing about my latest threesome. Of course no matter how many times I wiggle my nose (the magic must be in being able to do it without using your fingers to do the wiggling), time keeps going forward and then my boss throws a stack of papers at me and tells me to get back to work. Damnit.
If he knew what was at stake I bet he’d tell me to take the day off. Hmph.
