If you text too much you’re considered needy and not enough you are an asshole, there really is no winning. Truth be told my life doesn’t revolve around you that I would willingly be glued to a bright screen instead of hanging out with friends and I prefer talking to someone in person anyways. Also I work a lot and sometimes I’m too brain dead to even think of a response.
I prefer just to sleep with a Slumpbuster and just slide right back into the groove. Sure you have to shower for an hour to wash the shame but it is well worth it to get back into the game of nailing sevens and above.
Trader Joes wine is my go to cheap wine. Tastes pretty damn good and it is easy on your wallet, most people think I bought a 9-11 dollar bottle of wine.
Has nothing to do with gender hate, if you want to tell me about the threesome you had on Friday my opinion of you wouldn’t change. Tell the story to an older male coworker and there is a good chance that they will loose respect of you. I once interned at a very large Refining Company and one of the guys told me of this one employee who got caught fucking a fellow female employee in the adjacent office building they had yet filled with employees only to be called in two months after the incident to be informed he is receiving a promotion.
Saw the title and looked at the gender of the author, yup female.
This rule is mainly for girls (it sucks I know but that is just the corporate world) or you work with people who have a stick up their ass.
I constantly tell my fellow older male co-workers of my exploits and they love it. Hell I have exchanged college stories with my department head for an hour. Now I’m being invited to rounds of golf, one guy asked if I wanted to be a Freemason mentioning how all of upper management are and all it costs me is to let them live vicariously through me. Not saying this is the rule and you have to gauge the person, but telling my stories and my weekend plans has helped me professionally.
Me: Just use the find function in Adobe.
Co-worker: I don’t trust that.
Or
Me: Hey what are you up to?
Co-worker: Well I have to go through this Excel spreadsheet report and make sure this column matches this one. (There are at least 500+ rows)
Me: Here just use the Conditional Formatting Function in Excel. (I do it for him)
Co-worker: You just did in one minute what I spend four hours every week doing.
Do you not need internet access to do your job? I sure as shit do.
I wouldn’t say being hung up as much as wanting to close out any life loops
To each his own. For me the prospect of only viewing girls who have real jobs is appealing.
If you text too much you’re considered needy and not enough you are an asshole, there really is no winning. Truth be told my life doesn’t revolve around you that I would willingly be glued to a bright screen instead of hanging out with friends and I prefer talking to someone in person anyways. Also I work a lot and sometimes I’m too brain dead to even think of a response.
I prefer just to sleep with a Slumpbuster and just slide right back into the groove. Sure you have to shower for an hour to wash the shame but it is well worth it to get back into the game of nailing sevens and above.
Trader Joes wine is my go to cheap wine. Tastes pretty damn good and it is easy on your wallet, most people think I bought a 9-11 dollar bottle of wine.
Has nothing to do with gender hate, if you want to tell me about the threesome you had on Friday my opinion of you wouldn’t change. Tell the story to an older male coworker and there is a good chance that they will loose respect of you. I once interned at a very large Refining Company and one of the guys told me of this one employee who got caught fucking a fellow female employee in the adjacent office building they had yet filled with employees only to be called in two months after the incident to be informed he is receiving a promotion.
Saw the title and looked at the gender of the author, yup female.
This rule is mainly for girls (it sucks I know but that is just the corporate world) or you work with people who have a stick up their ass.
I constantly tell my fellow older male co-workers of my exploits and they love it. Hell I have exchanged college stories with my department head for an hour. Now I’m being invited to rounds of golf, one guy asked if I wanted to be a Freemason mentioning how all of upper management are and all it costs me is to let them live vicariously through me. Not saying this is the rule and you have to gauge the person, but telling my stories and my weekend plans has helped me professionally.
Me: Just use the find function in Adobe.
Co-worker: I don’t trust that.
Or
Me: Hey what are you up to?
Co-worker: Well I have to go through this Excel spreadsheet report and make sure this column matches this one. (There are at least 500+ rows)
Me: Here just use the Conditional Formatting Function in Excel. (I do it for him)
Co-worker: You just did in one minute what I spend four hours every week doing.
“Instead of frat parties fledged with regret and shame, you can partake in classy happy hours and bountiful boozy brunches.”
It is called a Fraternity.