 SLAVE TO THE OFFICE
I’ve been shitting in L’Tesha Jackson’s desk drawer for months now and I see no reason to stop. I really don’t. See, the thing of it is, it started as this little prank, a sort of dare that a buddy of mine put me up to and that was that. A one-time deal. I stayed late one night at work—no big thing, very normal, lots of folks do with the sliding deadlines that they’ve got us on (we might as well be chained to our desks, practically)—and I played around on my computer, did a little filing, made a Cup-a-Soup in the microwave, etc., all while keep...
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