I -so- want to go to bed right now. I work 9pm - 5am, so I usually sleep from 6am - 2pm. Today, however, I'm waiting for a co-worker to pick me up at 10:30am.
There's this lady at the convenience store I work at who nobody likes, because a) she has a -huge- chip on her shoulder, b) she talks incessantly and only about herself and her life, and c) she's always late, which fucks up the person who she's supposed to be relieving.
Anyway, this lady has apparantly been sexually-harassing the other 2 female clerks (I'm the only male clerk.) Whenever she's working with someone else, myself excluded (she's a lesbian,) she's always rubbing up against them, excessively. I mean, c'mon - there's not that much room behind the counter, but there's enough so you can avoid molesting people as you pass by them. She also speaks explicitly about her sex-life\masturbation habits, from what I've heard through my coworkers, one of whom says she has the unfortunate knowledge of what vibrator she prefers now.
It doesn't bother me when people talk about sex (or most anything else, for that matter) in the workplace, but I definitely think that you should hold back on that until you've actually become friendly with the person and you know they'd be comfortable to talk about it with you. The girl she's been talking about her sex-life with is a lesbian, as well, so for her it's the equivalent of a guy talking to a girl about what lube he uses while jerking-off.
So, I'm waiting for the coworker to pick me up at 10:30 so that I can meet this guy at Dunkin' Donuts. He's from the "Place Which Solves the Problem of Sexual-Harassment in the Workplace" and he wants to talk to me about what I think of her, and ask about whether or not she's sexually-harassed me. So that's why I can't go to bed.
10:30 in the morning for me is like 3:30 in the morning for somebody who goes to bed at 11 at night. No consideration for the night-owls.
Thanks for listening to my problems again, diary. You're always there for me and I know I never have to worry about you passing judgement. You're the best! I'm going to write in you every day for as long as I live. What? You're not a diary, you're a journal? What's that? Everybody can read what I've written!? I trusted you!
YOU'RE THE WORST DIARY EVER!
"You slide out at night to show yourself,
you mean to hang yourself
on the wall to hensiky friends.
Memorized a thousand lines
and kissed a thousand guys
but none pack more than wood.
...and still you wake up,
the taste of the night before has grown, somehow."
There's this lady at the convenience store I work at who nobody likes, because a) she has a -huge- chip on her shoulder, b) she talks incessantly and only about herself and her life, and c) she's always late, which fucks up the person who she's supposed to be relieving.
Anyway, this lady has apparantly been sexually-harassing the other 2 female clerks (I'm the only male clerk.) Whenever she's working with someone else, myself excluded (she's a lesbian,) she's always rubbing up against them, excessively. I mean, c'mon - there's not that much room behind the counter, but there's enough so you can avoid molesting people as you pass by them. She also speaks explicitly about her sex-life\masturbation habits, from what I've heard through my coworkers, one of whom says she has the unfortunate knowledge of what vibrator she prefers now.
It doesn't bother me when people talk about sex (or most anything else, for that matter) in the workplace, but I definitely think that you should hold back on that until you've actually become friendly with the person and you know they'd be comfortable to talk about it with you. The girl she's been talking about her sex-life with is a lesbian, as well, so for her it's the equivalent of a guy talking to a girl about what lube he uses while jerking-off.
So, I'm waiting for the coworker to pick me up at 10:30 so that I can meet this guy at Dunkin' Donuts. He's from the "Place Which Solves the Problem of Sexual-Harassment in the Workplace" and he wants to talk to me about what I think of her, and ask about whether or not she's sexually-harassed me. So that's why I can't go to bed.
10:30 in the morning for me is like 3:30 in the morning for somebody who goes to bed at 11 at night. No consideration for the night-owls.
Thanks for listening to my problems again, diary. You're always there for me and I know I never have to worry about you passing judgement. You're the best! I'm going to write in you every day for as long as I live. What? You're not a diary, you're a journal? What's that? Everybody can read what I've written!? I trusted you!
YOU'RE THE WORST DIARY EVER!
"You slide out at night to show yourself,
you mean to hang yourself
on the wall to hensiky friends.
Memorized a thousand lines
and kissed a thousand guys
but none pack more than wood.
...and still you wake up,
the taste of the night before has grown, somehow."