Didn't help that I had this new position I was finishing up training and starting work in last week. I may have trained myself into fearing and thus hating it, but I feared and hated it nevertheless. I'm still amped up over last week, and since I will be filling in again next week, my jitters aren't going away.
When I'm like this, I feel as though I need to get away. It was pure, blissful happenstance, then, that my half-day off Tuesday coincided with what appeared to be the last of my training. I scheduled that afternoon off, which I shortened from four hours to three, well before training was scheduled that day for me because there was a Twins Game that was rescheduled for that afternoon (it was rained out from earlier in the summer) and, well, even though the Twinks blow this Year (and they lost the Game I went to), it was nice to play hooky so you could watch a baseball Game during work hours, aka a "businessman's special."
But the more I think about it, I needed to go to the Twins Game. I'm not a man who's patient when it comes to training. I understand I am learning information I don't know but have to know, but it's still boring to me. And as I was being taught more stuff I didn't understand, the more I felt my mind crammed with crap. I'm sure I rolled my eyes at my supervisor who was training me. And breaks and reaching the end of the day didn't stop because, well, there was more the next day, and my capacity to take in information kept shrinking. Getting away from it all and escaping to a baseball Game -- and in case I haven't said it here, I'll say it again: There are worse ways to spend your waking days on this Earth than at a baseball Game -- could not have come at a more opportune time ... but, and moreover, Tuesday morning, before I left, was also my last day of training. I was going to jump into work the next day. Completely abandoning work so I could take in a sport I love was the perfect way to cleave preparing for this new position and actually working this new position. It seemed ... right, if that makes any sense. Now, could I have trained the whole day? Sure; I think I could have used it, and I think my supervisor would have preferred it. But if the training wheels were going to be off on Wednesday, I think I should both be rewarded for what I went through and given a break before I started doing this for real. In that sense, a weekday afternoon baseball Game, although it was only seven Innings instead of nine, was perfect.
And yet Wednesday was shit. Sure, it was my first day, but I didn't expect, nor want to, stay for over an hour afterward. (There is someone in Filing who began her day an hour after I started mine on Wednesday; she got out of work about 15 minutes before I got done with mine.) I felt overwhelmed at many points. There were dishes I needed to spin in the air for hours, and I still don't know if I haven't forgotten to do something. (I was told I did fine, but I don't feel that way. I usually don't after my first day at work.)
So it just so happens that sexual activity, the best way for me to relax after a bad day at work, was waiting for me once I finally got done. Like with the Twins the day before, I did not arrange this specifically so that I could release tension right after work. My stripper girlfriend ******e texted me because, instead of going home to Las Vegas, she was staying in town for another week. (I don't know if she works.) That gave me seven more days in which she and ***e* could, uh, double-team me.
At first I didn't like the surprise that she wasn't leaving for another week. But I can't pass up two hot women stroking my dick, even if they had done so just the week before. So I gave her several nights in which I was not busy and, turns out, Wednesday evening was the best time for them. Things got really complicated with the death of ***e*'s father, but she was a trooper as those two dutifully wanked me that evening, a session I had to delay because I stayed at work late. It, and I, came right on time, a sweet release also representing a great escape from the hell that is work from which I ran away from just less than an hour before.
I find myself diving into both sports and pornography as a way to keep myself sane in order to continue working in order to continue making money. But if one is happy only if one gets away from it all, wouldn't it make sense just to stay where you get away from it all?
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