fuck. fuck.

This is only my second day on the “job” so when Lappy froze with this Geemers conversation on the display, it was panic station. I thought blood would come out of my eyes, which is a nice change from feeling like it’s coming out of my ears.

Lefty to Pistol:                                         3:41 pm

i’m a wreck. my first 2 minutes alone so i posted something short. it’s ok.

seriously, i this close to a breakdown. how am i spposed to cold call someone about setting up a meeting???

I didn’t make it home last night. See?

Lefty to Pistol:                                         3:43 pm

i’m wearing one of [redacted]’s sweaters so i don’t look like a whore.

it’s beige and acrylic and i hate it.

After pressing the Cyclops button for like 3,194 years, Lappy finally deigned to shut down. Shame in the workplace averted, for the moment at least.

There’s no lesson here. You can do the math a hundred million ways but there’s always going to be 12 extra years and one too many hang-ups.

by Left Hook | 8 March 2007 | in earnest, love, laffs, hate | Comments