It’s quiet, for the moment. The screaming has stopped. The queues are low, almost non-existent.
Needless to say, I’m nervous. But at least I’m catching my breath.
Thank you, to whoever it was who decided to change certain settings on a certain mail server system. So far, it seems to be working, as far as I can tell.
Not only is nobody getting order confirmations, booking reservations, bank statements, power bills, credit reports, domain registration confirmations, flight information, stock quotes, disk space notifications, bid confirmations, NASA news, weather reports, and job postings – now they aren’t getting zip files either. Surely there’s a janitorial position … right?
Yes! A living hell, you ask. Yes! YES!!! A certain anti-spam initiative that a certain provider has launched in a limited venue is making a certain floorful of certain employees’ lives a MISERABLE FUCKING LIVING SKIN-PEELING EYE-OOZING, PERPETUAL DRAWING-AND-QUARTERING HELL!!!! Worse than hugenormous email delays of recent and current history? FAR WORSE! I of course would know nothing about it. I, uh, read an anecdote about it, uh, at Tech Comedy. Yeah, that’s it.
Or was it at Fucked Company?
I’m making a serious effort to look for a better job, and would be heeeeyooooogely grateful to anyone who could assist. If you could please keep your ears and eyes open, it would help tremendously. Things I’ve done in the past with success:
Technical Support
Documentation/Technical Writing
Writing of any kind
Editing
Training
LAN Administration
Warehouse/Inventory Management
Office Management
Office Adminstration
Internet Research
Library Research
Likewise, I am keeping my eyes and ears open for any jobs that suit people I know.
Sean is also looking for work. Some of the things he’s done with success:
Server Administration
Network Administration
Network Operations
Documentation/Technical Writing
Writing of any kind
Internet Research
Library Research
Once Wlofie gets his work permit, he’ll be looking as well. I’ll post something about that then, as it would just be a big tease now.
I’m purposely leaving off things we’ve done with success but wouldn’t consider doing again even if you remove body parts without anaesthesia, so if you were wondering why I didn’t mention something, now you know.
They come for the sex. They arrive, in ones and twos and threes, into aromatic shadows and sensual music. Their anticipation has sharpened all week, and they are eager. They are too eager.
This is her task. This is her kink.
She’s bound, elbow to elbow behind her, ankle to thigh on the left, ankle to thigh on the right. She’s suspended, hanging, swaying slightly, belly side down, a convenient average pelvic height from the floor. She’s blindfolded. She’s ball gagged. She’s draped slightly in gauzy veils. She’s not to see, and not to be recognized.
The first male orgasm is always too soon, according to the philosophy. Her purpose is to be the tool for swift removal, a handy vessel, a bit of soft, hot, willing flesh. Before they arrive, she writhes slightly. She’s not immune to anticipation herself.
Her minder is attentive, a gentle little sweet creature who touches her from time to time, checking her arousal, keeping her vibrating. Her minder keeps her safe with ready condoms and watchful eyes. Between visitors, her minder keeps her wet, her tender tongue flicking and caressing, her gentle fingers massaging and anointing with lubricant.
From time to time her minder and a strong other help her down for a stretch and a rub, then deliciously bind her up again.
They come, and then they come. They come with shy hands. They come with strong hands. They come without laying hands on her at all. They caress her or grasp her or claw her – she loves it when they claw her. Some try to keep slow but fail within minutes, some thrust quickly right away.
She stays hungry, and her minder keeps her wet. She’s not permitted to come. She writhes.
When all the male guests have arrived, made themselves ready and then spent their fast seed, when they have joined the other guests for the pleasure they came for, she is taken down a final time. Her minder and the strong other rub her and massage her, removing her blindfold and gag, caressing her as they tend her body, making sure of no harm.
Their fingers and tongues roam her. Across her tensing, singing muscles they begin to clench her, grasp her, take her in the way they know she loves. Her minder gives her that writhing wet orgasm. The strong other thrusts it into her for deep, safe, keeping. She comes, and then she comes.
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