Pittsburgh is going to have a transit strike, sortakinda, possiblymaybe. So le patron comes to my office and says that the Senior Staff was kickin' around the idea that maybe some of us could work from home. And I'm all like, uh, sure, just let me finish this unrelated blog post, and I'll let you know.
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it's hard not to look overly annoyed or interrupted when someone brings work to my cube.
As a telecommuter, let me just state that it's hard not to BE overly annoyed when someone asks me to work while I'm trying to masturbate.
Telecommuter? I coulda killed her!
telecommuter? barley even know her.
Telecommuter? I coulda killed her!
Rectum! Uranus!
Wait... wrong punchlines. Carry on.
Only Envy and Sloth?
I'm working on that Lust thing, but the boyfriend has to work Saturday AND Sunday, so he's gonna be in full "Good Provider" mode: I'll be cooking and cleaning, and, is any Lustful activity goes down, I'll be doing most of the work, when he comes in wants to be fed and then fucked...Bless his heart.
I preferred "Envry."
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