THIRSTY

It's a beautiful Friday night, and my wristwatch is ticking quarter past eight. I discharge a yawn, stretching my exhausted muscles a bit before plopping my head on the computer again.

It's been a whole week of nothing but pure glee and contentment. Every minute that I have spent behind this desk or in my field of work is so fulfilling, because I now do what I love. I feel so new. The place is placid and gracious, and except for some two gross bitches whose beef with me I'm yet to unearth, everyone else is just candy. All the same, you can't be loved by all, right?

Competency and belligerence are key here in this office. Everyone knows what precisely they are here for and hence, I don't have to haul any lazy arse around. I must commend Davon for that, and well, you know who else - my boss.

Thinking about him makes my blood boil already- with longing, of course. Don't get me wrong, we haven't been naughty in any way. There was just so much I had to do to harmonize and acquaint mysel