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this is like that episode of the sopranos where tony tries to take some of the heat off himself in re: the fbi investigation so he goes to what is ostensibly his place of business, namely the waste management company, and goes to his "office" which has been for all intents and purposes turned into a storage space. and then he sits around and does nothing all day, because he actually has nothing in said office that he could do and could possibly consitute "work." i am also sitting in an office that isn't really mine (yet) and doing nothing because there is nothing to be done.
of course, tony deals with the situation by deflowering the twentysomething born-again-christian receptionist of said waste management company. i don't really have that option. which is why my work travails are not the basis for a critically acclaimed hbo drama series that has year-and-a-half-long hiatuses.
i swear to god i dated christopher, though. only less shooty, more borey.
of course, tony deals with the situation by deflowering the twentysomething born-again-christian receptionist of said waste management company. i don't really have that option. which is why my work travails are not the basis for a critically acclaimed hbo drama series that has year-and-a-half-long hiatuses.
i swear to god i dated christopher, though. only less shooty, more borey.