There is this girl here, good looking and junior level.
I’m not her boss, but if I was there would be two level of management between us. She’s a kid.
Anyway, during the last holiday I needed something from her department and she was the only one there, so I asked one of my guys to put her on the line.
So I hear him say “XXXX wants to talk to you” and then I heard her “OMG OMG” .
It’s funny being on this side, I still need to get used to the fact that people see me as this authority and not the helpless kid I feel inside.
Today, on the way to work, I heard this on the radio:
This is how your day should start – with noise.
And it affected my day, I was super asertive today.
He sits outside my room,with his back to me. So I see everything that goes on there.
And it’s not that I have anything against gay people. Or dating sites. Or doing this while you’re at work.
It’s just that I never saw gay dating site before, and it is a real discovery. I mean, in straight dating sites you usually see a picture of the guy with his dog, or the girl on the beach.
And on this site (and maybe it is just this site), the picture are very explicit. You know how a picture is worth 1000 words? Well, these ones pretty much tell the whole story.
– A guy,naked , from behind,with his hands tied
– Just the guys lips
– And other variations
Oh man, I wish I was gay, I think my life was so much easier…
My boss, the CEO of the organization I am working for, is usless.
Now, I know it probably sounds like any other worker complaining about his boss, but it’s not.
I talk to him about this, and he says “as long as everybody outside thinks I am in chareg here, nothing else matters”.
And if you read this for the sex, and got this far – go fuck yourself. And I mean it in a good way.
I’m just sitting in my office, doing my thing (Which is nothing much, just my thing).
Anyway, this worker stood outside my room, with her back to me. She was talking to this other girl.
And then she just pulled her panties up from her pants, played with it for a second or to, and let them slip back in.
I hope this was especially for me.
Red G-string, if you must know.
Today, on my way to the office, I saw in the back view mirror a guy. He was listening to music. I think we were listening to the same station.
Anyway, he was dancing in his seat. Dancing and singing. Carless. Seeing no one. just enjoying the moment.
He was the dancing man in the car.
Sometimes I wish I was the dancing man in the car.
Do you know how it feels when you talk on MSN with a 50 year old co-worker and instead of typing “one sec” you type “one sex”?
well, now I do.