Work With Me
Wednesday, February 11th, 2004
Work With Me
A Dom Entry
I'm tired of work. I'm sick of not being able to see Billy when he gets home. I'm through with waiting those extra three hours, knowing he's probably at home sitting alone on the couch with a book, watching some tele, repainting the living room (whatever it is he does) all alone until six o'clock when I can finally be with him. I'm bloody, fucking tired of it.
Which is why I was so happy when Marty told me we'd be hiring someone new at the office.
Some...novice postal worker...
Someone...more clueless than me.
This is incredibly good.
Marty said that I might be getting fewer hours now; that we'll be sharing loads, splitting shifts. He says he's looking into retirement and...(though, indeed, I saw the slight frown on his face)...he's leaving most of the authority at the office to me. But he says I don't get a plaque. I think I'll make myself one.
All in all, I think I'd miss Marty if he left. He hasn't been particularly supportive, but the fact that he's worked there...and let me have the most wonderful Christmas ever off work...even if he wouldn't, and still won't, let me sing loudly in the back room... I guess he's a decent man. He's going to stay on the job a while after the newbie comes. He says he wants to make sure that "everything goes according to his standard." I think he's afraid I might re-label the mail slots again. (Or throw out his precious packing peanuts...gasp).
I have the slight feeling, also, that Marty's worried about my natural ability at breaking women's hearts... After all, the new person he's hiring happens to be his niece...and as he's told me numerous times... "She's a sweet girl, Dom; and she has boundaries." Boundaries? Since when was that a personality trait? Do they put that on the application for employment?
Question 1: Do you have boundaries?
And who, exactly, set up these boundaries anyway? The niece?
Marty, Marty... You know me too well. Unfortunately, I have no real interest in wooing the girl. I mean, I'm not a single man anymore. I don't do the whole chasing-women bit. A casual flirt, maybe, but no chasing women.
I think this is the part where I insert the usual "I love Billy Boyd" and then move on.
Marty's niece is due to start at the office this Saturday. You know, just so she can get the feel for the place and get the next day off to mull it over.
If she doesn't stay, I think I might just throw myself into one of the mailbins and drown. I'm tired of these nine...ten hour days. I mean...I don't think anyone realises how long that really is. Ten hours. That's like...twice a night's sleep.
And if she stays... Well, let's just say that Marty hinted briefly on the words "six hour days." And that's when I fainted, so I may not be remembering it exactly right.
Please, Marty's niece!! Stay here and help me! Stay and take my last four hours so I can go home and shag with my boyfriend!
I will buy her a cookie if she stays.
I will buy her a dozen cookies if she stays.
I will buy her a dozen cookies and a new car.
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