I joined this private consultancy firm a month ago. Everything was swell. My last job in the public sector was long hours and lousy pay. Never be a social worker folks. It's not worth it. But a similar thing is happenning in my new workplace which occurred in my last job. I dicovered my coworker is sinning with a woman not his wife in ways that God forbids. She works in the same department. The convention I know is to frown upon such things and wag a stern moralistic finger, but up which pretty hole, front or back, a man decides to insert his organ of joy I don't much care to know.
If my philandering buddy’s wife whom I know slightly comes to me for news, I figure I will be economical with the truth. For if politics has taught me anything in my long and hard years of trying to straighten the crooked timber of humanity it is that men should band together against the contamination of feminism. There is a reason why it is called universal brotherhood. Sisters can take a hike.
But here's my dilemma: The cheating donkey is neglecting his occupational duties and hampering my work because others have got to pick up the slack. To many in the office this presents a happy excuse for outing him under the pretext of dereliction of duty. Fiddlesticks! When a brother is kind enough to share his bodily fluids with a sister, I bless him, I kiss him, and when I'm short on dough l blackmail him without ever intending to flick on the lightswitch in the darkened room of his forbidden love.
The silent code extending only to the boys of course. If I catch a dhoocil romancing anyone but the father of her ten children may the sweet Lord cut me down if I don’t sing.
But this son of a gun is gonna lose us vital business contracts and, much worse, take up my free lunch hour on bright noondays when all the staff is knocking back cold ones at the local wine bar to cover his shift.
What shall I do?
If my philandering buddy’s wife whom I know slightly comes to me for news, I figure I will be economical with the truth. For if politics has taught me anything in my long and hard years of trying to straighten the crooked timber of humanity it is that men should band together against the contamination of feminism. There is a reason why it is called universal brotherhood. Sisters can take a hike.
But here's my dilemma: The cheating donkey is neglecting his occupational duties and hampering my work because others have got to pick up the slack. To many in the office this presents a happy excuse for outing him under the pretext of dereliction of duty. Fiddlesticks! When a brother is kind enough to share his bodily fluids with a sister, I bless him, I kiss him, and when I'm short on dough l blackmail him without ever intending to flick on the lightswitch in the darkened room of his forbidden love.
The silent code extending only to the boys of course. If I catch a dhoocil romancing anyone but the father of her ten children may the sweet Lord cut me down if I don’t sing.
But this son of a gun is gonna lose us vital business contracts and, much worse, take up my free lunch hour on bright noondays when all the staff is knocking back cold ones at the local wine bar to cover his shift.
What shall I do?