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[thejunipertree]

Have you ever pulled a glow in the dark condom over your entire fist, turned out the lights, and held a little puppet show at work?

Well. I have.

Some days, I want to work in this office for the rest of my life. Other days, I remember that I work for a complete and total sociopath who only pays me a fraction of what I am worth and that there's no hope of me ever seeing a raise unless I sell my soul to the devil.

Tomorrow, I find out whether or not I got this other job. The little boy who lives in my stomach Danny isn't here, Mrs. Torrance, doesn't think I'm going to make the (second) final cut, but everyone else around me does. My brain isn't so sure what to think, though it is now even more leery about taking this position.

Do I really want to work in an office where someone managed to misintepret negotiating for two thousand dollars more on a salary for Thank you, no. I would not like this job.? I don't know. Joanna told me she would thrash me most severely if I didn't accept it, if it were offered to me (again). And I probably will accept it, if it is. But, there's a fine little tickle in the back of my head that's telling me all about how uncomfortable it's going to be.

I really don't know what to think.

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[greyboy.livejournal.com]

Have you ever pulled a glow in the dark condom over your entire fist, turned out the lights, and held a little puppet show at work?

Well. I have.

YOU. ARE. MY. HERO.