when you want a wolf,
like i said,
everyone looks attractive to you.
sadly its only that “i’m lonely” attractive that can be turned off.
usually after you fuck the person or find out info about them.
this case the latter.
many of you have been right about messing with people you work with.
i also have to thank thing 2 today as well…
since my boss is on vacation the week,
thing 2 is second in command in her place.
she has been there for like five years now so she has earned it.
i wanted to confirm with her today if we get paid for holidays.
i don’t want to get too excited,
while spending money,
that i would be in for a surprise next pay period.
“…too bad the mailroom workers don’t.”
“oh what do you mean?”
“well they are considered lower level employees.
they don’t get the same benefits admin does.
we are both administrative so our benefits are different.
they only get paid right under minimum wage down there as well.”
i wanted to say more,
but i swallowed all the word vomit i had.
suddenly none of them looked remotely attractive to me.
even with the muscles and good looks,
it doesn’t excuse the fact they are NOT on my level.
that would explain why they are all kinda hood and ratchet.
i found out all of them smoke weed too.
this is a “job” to them.
something to help pay their bills and child support.
many of them have like 2 or 3 kids,
yet like to floss like they “got it like that”.
i even found out security wolf is also making less than me.
security guards usually make a whopping 13 dollars an hour.
explains why he still lives at home with his parents and brother.
i’m glad this info was exposed to me tho.
“water meets its own level”.
hell with anyone.
just because he is fine,
doesn’t mean he won’t be using you for your gwop.
people have a way of knowing you are desperate and will take advantage.
look at britney spears.
she messed with keven federline,
her backup dancer,
and look what that brought her.
18 year free ride + 2 kids + on her dime = eating good:
lowkey: shit i’m starting to wonder how much personal trainers make?
you know i love them.