crush
In my mind, even a cubicle is preferable to sharing an eight by ten office with someone else. Alas, that is exactly what I will be doing starting Monday the seventeenth. A stack of folded boxes has materialized outside my door along with several emails detailing the necessity that I be packed up by close of business on Thursday of next week. On Friday, they will be moving me "temporarily" into an office with a stereotypically demure asian coworker who has recently returned from maternity leave. I have been given no estimates on how long this situation will persist, but it significantly hampers my ability to surf porn, chat with A. and play with myself in the darkness. If that cunt and I cannot come to an agreement regarding the overhead lighting situation, I will be plagued by migraines.
On the bright side of things, I have been told that I can work from home Friday since there will be no office or equipment for me to return to at that time, which means I can actually spend the day surfing porn, chatting with A. and playing with myself in the darkness.
On the bright side of things, I have been told that I can work from home Friday since there will be no office or equipment for me to return to at that time, which means I can actually spend the day surfing porn, chatting with A. and playing with myself in the darkness.