I’ll CC You On That E-Mail… And Totally Go Home With You…

by SJP

I guess it’s not enough that I’m tormented by a break up that has changed my phone number and left me obsessing over my empty e-mail inbox, but I also had a meeting with one of the online publications I write for…and the guy who started it is totally hot.  And he’s younger than me…and I didn’t wear a blouse with cleavage…

Really, Sarah?  No cleavage? Really?

You know, my life is complicated enough as it is, and now I’m expected to follow along “strategy meetings,” and try in vain not to strategize how to get into Hot Magazine Guy’s pants.  Shit, and I thought trying to get my Colombian EXboyfriend to be honest with me was a losing battle? Ha!  Try making a, “Why, yes I’m paying attention to your ideas” face look legitimate while imagining ripping off cuff links and dress socks to get it on over a conference table.  It’s no fucking joke…

You see?  You see the shit I have to endure?  I think it’s pretty obvious now that the term “suffer” isn’t confined to just terminal diseases and human trafficking anymore…