Er, I meant, time. Yeah. Time.

I hate my new new job.

So far it consists of living in my boss' armpit and doing everyone else's job who decided to flake off/call in because it's a new year and they are enjoying their newly replenished sick/vacation/floating holidays.

No, I do not care if they are faking the flu or just got hit in the face by the airbag real hard, I call bullshit.

On the other hand, his armpit don't smell all that bad.

In other news, my friend just sent me this not-safe-for-mixed company (or, well, company) link: Your Independent Passion Consultant!

I told her I can see it now: Muffy J. Stickup: Passion Consultant. A far cry from her former side job as a Mary Kay lady, but with just as much pink.

Er, actually I told her, I am not so sure if I want to be erotically stimulated by an elephant. Even if he is really quite pretty.

At least, I assume it's a him.

And besides, her link was pretty tame. It's no Domestic Partner Black Vinyl Ripple Probe. I've seen far worse.