Homecoming

Disappointing homecoming. I was seriously ready to get laid, and then the boy said he had an appointment and wouldn't be able to make it, all as I'm boarding the plane. So I went to plan B, the old boy who I have been doing my best to avoid since I told him he should steer clear of me and my temptations. Or whatever. It's cheaper than a cab, but there's still a price to pay. Anyway, I couldn't help but be bummed that the right boy didn't come to get me. I spent most of the flight trying to convince myself that everything was fine and he wasn't making excuses and that I needed to calm down and act cool. Not exactly my forte, but I'm making an attempt.

Anyway, tomorrow I have to go back to work. I checked my email when I got home. I have 140 emails waiting for me at this very moment. So tomorrow, I'll get to go through them while dealing with the idiot boy who shares my office and trying to catch up on what exactly has been happening since I've been gone, which could be anything. It appears that my boss is close to moving our office to a place down the street, and at aforementioned idiot's request, is considering putting in a DJ booth. Seriously? Is that guy planning on doing any fucking work ever? I'm sure it's superfun to sit and play bad music while bobbing your head like it's empty, but that typically doesn't bring in the money, which is how this whole thing is supposed to work. I guess that's what happens when you hire fucking morons. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. I'm hoping to put the kibosh on some of the crap that guy is cooking up. Otherwise my office is going to be transformed into a dirty hippie hangout where idiots come and say stuff like "coool" and "duuuude" all the time while drinking coffee and using our free Wi-fi and not giving us a goddamn dime. And I'll still be making $12 an hour to be an actual professional that knows what I'm doing and brings in money. I may have to purchase a taser. I hate hippies.