Idiot co-workers and pornography
Jim, who agreed to shift swap with me, entered one of the dates wrong in the diary. Instead of the 19th (which I needed), he put it down on the 16th! Idiot! I'm fucking livid. I've left numerous messages on his phone during the day, trying to sort it out. I don't need this hassle.
Today was a surprisingly light day. In fact, my boss brought out a porn film for us to laugh over in a real lull moment. It was real hardcore, every possible position and angle. Every fibre of my being, every nerve ending in my brain was concentrating on not becoming aroused, to carry on like I've seen a thousand of these things to the point where I can only laugh at them. There were some quite ludicrous images, including a man whose boomerang-style appendage threatened to split a woman in two. Jeepers. In truth, staying non-erectile wasn't that.. difficult. The sound editor must have been completely stoned. Maybe it was his last day and he really hated his boss. The score was a mixture of poor 80's new romantic / europop / sounds of a car scrapyard. Extremely jarring. Not the sort of sound you want when accompanying what looked like two pints of projectile baby batter.
I couldn't finish my carton of milk, I really couldn't.
Today was a surprisingly light day. In fact, my boss brought out a porn film for us to laugh over in a real lull moment. It was real hardcore, every possible position and angle. Every fibre of my being, every nerve ending in my brain was concentrating on not becoming aroused, to carry on like I've seen a thousand of these things to the point where I can only laugh at them. There were some quite ludicrous images, including a man whose boomerang-style appendage threatened to split a woman in two. Jeepers. In truth, staying non-erectile wasn't that.. difficult. The sound editor must have been completely stoned. Maybe it was his last day and he really hated his boss. The score was a mixture of poor 80's new romantic / europop / sounds of a car scrapyard. Extremely jarring. Not the sort of sound you want when accompanying what looked like two pints of projectile baby batter.
I couldn't finish my carton of milk, I really couldn't.