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”