Work has absolutely been EATING my life. ...and it's a hungry mtherfcker. I did take a weekend excursion though...

Don't recognize it?
This'll probably help. If not, you clearly haven't watched enough trashy TV.
It was a fun trip. I heard all about the gossip going down at the mansion, the release of Holly, moving in of the new twins and the organization as a whole, given the financial crisis and corporate turmoil. The playmates know me now, by name, and that I hide this little side gig from the majority of my workpeople. They're such sweet girls. The worst part about these little side trips... is coming home to reality. Being pamped, hanging out with incredibly wealthy people and being surrounded by gorgeous women for a few days is blissful, then I get dropped on my head the second I step off the plane to an overactive corporate phone and overflowing e-mail box.
*sigh.
Although, I do like the steady income.