Abstinence is effective; it truly is at least in this particular context. Unfortunately recent events made abstinence an impossibility. The text was a relief given what was going on and the chat a few hours later was surprisingly entertaining. Unfortunately like a good orgasm the 20 minutes was far from enough and life intervened, bank in one case, sleep in the other. Downers off a high are never fun, especially having to wake up early this morning for a first day at a temp job I took with great reluctance. And that waking up on a day that was instead of surfs up sunny, looked like it had been transplanted straight from Wales, minus the lovely green hills, eager sheep and my aunt’s award winning chicken curry.

Added to the drip, drip insanity was the trauma of suffering through some pea brained HR person (what is it with HR people?) who instead of giving us an orientation proceeded to give us a run down of her ‘illustrious’ career. Frankly I couldn’t have given a shit if she was judged the most likely to drop a perfectly circled turd in the year 1987 in the Greater LA area, such details I can do without thank you very much. Needless to say I won’t be going back tomorrow, especially because I have a couple of grillings this week (one round three) and one next week.

What was intriguing today was the appearance of another voice in my head (a la mode Java Jones I guess)…following one sided conversation in my noggin as the HR fugly droned on. 

Happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place, happy place…

Oh fuck that! A gun to the head!