I met with Morgan last night. I didn’t bang her brains out, which left me with mixed feelings of relief and disappointment. She was dressed very conservatively and standoff-ish. When I came in, she asked me to sit down (pointing at a one-man comfy chair in the living room) and offered me some coffee. Then she got things off her chest. It sort of went like this (I’m going off memory, sorry): Continue reading “Meeting w/Morgan”

So how have things been at work between Morgan and I, you ask? Weird, very weird. Naturally, after what happened last Thursday, Morgan and I avoided each other all day. At first, I thought I was the one doing most of the avoiding, but it soon became clear (from the averted glances, or the seemingly accidental changes in her trajectory when I popped up nearby) that Morgan was making efforts to avoid me as well. We really didn’t talk much on Friday, except when I handed her some papers or when I answered some necessary questions. Continue reading “Weird @ Work”

They say you shouldn’t mess with the payroll (though “they” don’t always use the word “mess”). But what are you supposed to do when the payroll messes with you? Last night, buried with work as I was, I stayed late at the office. There I was, minding my own business, when the mother of all erections suddenly hit me. It felt REALLY good, to be honest, but I immediately considered this could be a faerie trick (which, to be honest, is the basis for a lot of my sex life). Still, knowing WHY you’re getting excited doesn’t always do much to get RID of the issue, so I got up and headed toward the restrooms. And as I passed my boss Morgan’s office on the way there, I peeked inside to see if she was working late too. Continue reading “Don’t Mess With the Payroll”