Time passes, scalp woulds slowly heal. This morning I woke up with a scream, as mothboy had affectionately thrown out his arm across my pillow, trapping and pulling the hair on the right side of my head so that the stitches stretched. As usual, profuse apologies, just as the other night when he walloped my nose but good when rolling over and walked on my foot.
Who needs a D/s relationship to get beaten up? Ironically enough, I’m the clumsy one.
A tropical storm was puffed up from somewhere down south, turning the city into one giant humid sauna. Ontario and the Maritimes are likewise afflicted. Me, at work, I’m typing this out on my office lunch break while my fellow employees camp out in front of the barely cooling air conditioner. Customers are all crabby or on vacation, and work decided to shut down for two weeks.
Not wanting to find myself cash short, I took their option for a promotion of sorts. I’m going to learn to do collections on accounts on Monday. Yipee.
Since I update so infrequently as to have mentioned little about my employment, I work for [redacted, let's call them Acme Telesales], selling business guides. It’s not a bad gig. Most people quit after a few days, but I’ve stuck it out and discovered a mild talent for sales. The bosses are all geeks and I need to organize a lunch time D&D campaign, which is the only nerve racking part.
And it’s hot. Oh lord, this office is making me drip from every pore. any more of this and I’m coming to work in a bathing suit.