Two more hours, and it feels like a lifetime. I don't recall ever enjoying this side of things so much, but I'm more than willing to roll with it. Hell, I'll try to drink lots of liquids and do some stretching, and let's roll all night, baby. Seriously, I feel like I'm fifteen again, walking around all day with a perpetual hard-on. There's more to this thing than just sex. I'm glad there's more to it, and I think the sex would be less enthralling if we didn't seem to hit it off so well. But I'd be lying if I didn't tell you the sex is worth the price of admission all by it's lonesome. It's that fucking good.
Things are coming to a head with the new guy I hired about two months ago. I work in a very high-energy environment, and there's no room for someone who doesn't seem to hustle. Forget hustling, man, sometimes I have to throw things over the desk to make sure this cat's still awake. He's a good guy, great sense of humor, easy to get along with, blah blah blah blah blah. Unfortunately, he's also as dumb as a sack of onions.
I was going to be a teacher, at some point long past. Then someone pointed out that I have no patience for people who aren't as smart as me. God help me, I still don't. If he had a hard time negotiating rates, or was shy talking to customers, or couldn't keep organized, any number of other things, I'd be happy to hold his hand and walk him through it. He's just too fucking dumb, and I don't see that having much potential for immediate improvement. So I do enough work for two people, and I let Mongo stare at his computer screen all day with a slighly befuddled half-smile. Gotta love it, right?
Anyway, I have to go take a shower and clean up the apartment before the girl shows up. If I can move under my own power tomorrow, there'll be more for you then. (Don't count on it.)
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