16 more days of this
Today is officially the day when every ounce of glamor that came with my job--and there actually was a little--went down the drain. I've been staring at a screenful of penis pumps, stretchers, "traction devices," etc. all day (and yes, after watching how-to videos, I'm pretty sure they're as bad as they sound). I feel as if my body is falling apart piece by piece and kind of want to just die and get it over with. I'll probably be here all night, considering the various failures of the day thus far and the fact that I'll be in late tomorrow and gone on Friday. And because I just got two new assignments, due, of course, on Friday. I have a feeling it's going to be a laundry/packing late-night "party" in the 3A. And the weekend I'm packing for will quite possibly kill me (only about one-third kidding). At least I'll never have to research the intricacies of penis enlargers ever again. Unless I end up in hell.