What’s up, my loves? Lord, it’s summertime, and I haven’t been here since the snow was glistening with dirt, and I could make snow angels with a heavy breathe. Man, mother has been busy. Between being a full-time “boss” and full-time mommy, it’s hard finding time to do much else.
And speaking of boss, let’s discuss something that has been a major topic of discussion both at work, and in some personal circles – romantic relationships with coworkers. Usually, I am opposed to dating someone you work with. It just gets too sticky. You see this person everyday, which is cool- in the beginning. However, when the relationship starts to get a little seasoned, seeing that person everyday, all day, becomes very stale. I mean, there are other little factors that ward me away from dating within the office; like other coworkers nosing around in my business or having to work with someone that you weren’t quite compatible with, and you have to break it off. Yeah, #thatawkwardmomentwhen …
My biggest issue is running a perfectly good relationship into the ground with each others constant presence. Like I said, I was opposed to office dating. That was until, I started my current job. This job is unlike any other I’ve ever worked. There is a comradery in this office that you’d have to search high and low to find elsewhere. Also, we typically work 12 hours a day 6 days a week. And we work separately for at least 9 hours of any given day.
When I first started this here, I thought everyone was cutting it up. From the regional director, down to the secretary. EVERYONE WAS GETTING IT IN, in my opinion. After I started developing bonds with these people I realized what I took for sexual chemistry was a common goals and an unrelenting bond. HOWEVER, do I still think people in my office are fucking? Hell yeah, I do. There are just some things that are a little too fishy for the fish market in this bitch. I know some of my lovely comrades are skeeting all over this office.
Sunday is our only kick-it day. So, finding a mate outside the bounds of suite 1700 become a little difficult. A lot of people who don’t do what we do, won’t understand why we work so hard. Thus, sending some of my colleagues into each others arms. As for myself, I think I will still stay clear of the workplace romance, but hey, who knows….
