Is this it?

It's been a crazy week. Have I mentioned that already? I don't know. I can't remember. It's been that kind of 17 days. And OH MY GOD I have been working 17 days with only one off day. I had my right leg - from above the knee all the way to the groin - rendered useless after the first BJJ class. Today, I'm feeling the effects of a badly bruised knee, as well as discovering random cuts all over my hands.

Also, I've been operating on a very, very short fuse.

It's crazy how quickly the better part of the month can pass you by. The horrible thing is, I feel empty when I'm not at work. It's a horrible sort of quiet that you get when you're lost, I guess. I hate the idea of being idle and not, you know, putting myself to good use. After all, one of my personal mottos is arbeit macht frei. Which is kind of sick, when you consider the reference, but then again there are too many oafs who are unproductive members of society. And that - even more than a poor Nazi reference, is something that should be frowned upon.



SEX. The past weeks have also brought about instances where, according to my manager at the bar, there was blatant flirting. I mean, of course, I had completely no clue as these things always sail right past my head. However, I was admonished as I failed to offer my personal contact details, deflecting her queries to official channels. Well you see, I usually complain to her about lack of SEX - when the conversations at these food & beverage establishments inevitably lead to SEX - about my lack thereof the previously mentioned, um, interactions.

Well. I almost never understand how these things work. However, I promised my manager that the next time if some asks for a number or wants contact details, I'll go "YOU CAN CALL ME AT 961**064 OR EMAIL ME AT IAMAHUMAN@GMAIL/HOTMAIL.COM OR YOU COULD JUST BOOK A ROOM AT THE FRONT DESK AND I'LL JOIN YOU IN 15 MINUTES."

Yea. Well, as if the work environment at these restaurants aren't sexually charged enough, this time around I'm working with them liberal European girls who are more about SEX than I am.

Random guests/customers/cute-enough-not-to-be-considered-average girls have told me to my face that I'm cute. Which in addition to being false, was unnecessary and uncalled for. Which made it all the more pleasurable when it did happen. I guess the next time that happens I really, really need to go, "YOU CAN CALL ME AT 961**064 OR EMAIL ME AT IAMAHUMAN@GMAIL/HOTMAIL.COM OR YOU COULD JUST BOOK A ROOM AT THE FRONT DESK AND I'LL JOIN YOU IN 15 MINUTES." or something to that effect.

Because, well. You know.

Because, YOU KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN CELIBATE? What with living with guys 100 guys for the past two years, and these female co-workers who talk so dirty, and touch me inappropriately and all these impossibly rich and good looking women that I see every time I'm on shift.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FRUSTRATED I FEEL?



Hur hur. Perhaps, an overstatement. Or maybe not. Well, not really. Who knows?