Maybe I should've taken it more seriously, but I didn't think I would be cut early today like I was yesterday. After all, yesterday technically was a workday, so businesses would be open, which means urine tests would be taken, and thus they'd be flown in and driven here for us to process. There was stuff to process, but in fact, there was a little less to process today than yesterday.
I didn't want to use my paid time off for a second day in a row. But, like yesterday, I was given the impression that there just wasn't anything else to do. Well, at least initially; stuff was delivered for the lab, so I could go in there and process those applications. This is something I will be doing on Mondays as I shift my schedule -- more on that tomorrow -- and so I thought that, well, boring as hell job would be my salvation.
But then I remembered there's a stripper party this afternoon! I was invited by *****y, a woman whom I've known for years and just recently started to give me handjobs. When she hosts, she usually does it Friday afternoons, and I am at work then, obviously, and I told her I couldn't come. But, with the sudden cutting from work, I considered it a sign that in fact I should go. Plus, it would be nice to dive back into seeing boobs four days after the closure of My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division), a place where I met *****y and where the other three girls scheduled to work worked previously or up until the bitter end.
I don't like this about myself: Once I remembered I could go to the party, I found other reasons around my workplace to leave early. I gazed through the window into the rack where the applications are stored. It looked as though they were all still in their envelopes. Usually when I go in there to process those apps, they are already opened and pulled out and flattened. Since the envelopes weren't open, I didn't feel like working the rest of the day back there. Sad, really. But I saw Parasite with my sister and brother-in-law last night, and there was a sex scene, and I got horny, and then I remembered the house party.
So I made sure I heard my boss correctly and took him up on his offer to leave early. And I got ready: I went to the gas station to get money, and then I went home to change and put on my porno pants. And then, 47 minutes after I texted her about me going to her party, *****y told me she cancelled it because the host (it's not at her place but at some guy she knows, apparently) and one other stripper cancelled. Shit. I texted her just before I left in case she was able to get back to me immediately and tell me this party was cancelled. But she didn't. I wish she did, because although I had paid time off to spare, I didn't want to spare it. What happens if there is no work tomorrow? Or next week? (One of my bosses noted that she didn't think we would be cut today, but the paucity of work is something she hasn't seen at this point of the year in a long time, if not ever.) At my company, if you run out of paid time off, you leave without pay. So obviously, if I had known that there is no party to go to, I would have stayed at work, bit the bullet, went into the lab and ripped open those envelopes, even if the boredom would have killed me.
I went home to change into my porno pants when *****y inconveniently told me the party was off. It's in cases like this, where I take a chance and my plans are ruined on me, that I get into guilt mode and I have to do something productive. I used the time I would have spent on work going to the bank and depositing a check for my parents, then ... well, blogging but I fell asleep for an hour before I finished. Technically, I'm doing this at a time when I would be finished with work. All in all, it wasn't a complete waste of time, but dammit, I should be making my way home now instead of 3 1/2 hours ago.
I didn't want to use my paid time off for a second day in a row. But, like yesterday, I was given the impression that there just wasn't anything else to do. Well, at least initially; stuff was delivered for the lab, so I could go in there and process those applications. This is something I will be doing on Mondays as I shift my schedule -- more on that tomorrow -- and so I thought that, well, boring as hell job would be my salvation.
But then I remembered there's a stripper party this afternoon! I was invited by *****y, a woman whom I've known for years and just recently started to give me handjobs. When she hosts, she usually does it Friday afternoons, and I am at work then, obviously, and I told her I couldn't come. But, with the sudden cutting from work, I considered it a sign that in fact I should go. Plus, it would be nice to dive back into seeing boobs four days after the closure of My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division), a place where I met *****y and where the other three girls scheduled to work worked previously or up until the bitter end.
I don't like this about myself: Once I remembered I could go to the party, I found other reasons around my workplace to leave early. I gazed through the window into the rack where the applications are stored. It looked as though they were all still in their envelopes. Usually when I go in there to process those apps, they are already opened and pulled out and flattened. Since the envelopes weren't open, I didn't feel like working the rest of the day back there. Sad, really. But I saw Parasite with my sister and brother-in-law last night, and there was a sex scene, and I got horny, and then I remembered the house party.
So I made sure I heard my boss correctly and took him up on his offer to leave early. And I got ready: I went to the gas station to get money, and then I went home to change and put on my porno pants. And then, 47 minutes after I texted her about me going to her party, *****y told me she cancelled it because the host (it's not at her place but at some guy she knows, apparently) and one other stripper cancelled. Shit. I texted her just before I left in case she was able to get back to me immediately and tell me this party was cancelled. But she didn't. I wish she did, because although I had paid time off to spare, I didn't want to spare it. What happens if there is no work tomorrow? Or next week? (One of my bosses noted that she didn't think we would be cut today, but the paucity of work is something she hasn't seen at this point of the year in a long time, if not ever.) At my company, if you run out of paid time off, you leave without pay. So obviously, if I had known that there is no party to go to, I would have stayed at work, bit the bullet, went into the lab and ripped open those envelopes, even if the boredom would have killed me.
I went home to change into my porno pants when *****y inconveniently told me the party was off. It's in cases like this, where I take a chance and my plans are ruined on me, that I get into guilt mode and I have to do something productive. I used the time I would have spent on work going to the bank and depositing a check for my parents, then ... well, blogging but I fell asleep for an hour before I finished. Technically, I'm doing this at a time when I would be finished with work. All in all, it wasn't a complete waste of time, but dammit, I should be making my way home now instead of 3 1/2 hours ago.
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