Theatre Torture and Habitutal Masturbation

Some title, huh?

This is the first time in the last six days where I finally got a chance to sit down and breathe a little. My manager scheduled me for nine days in a row. While I'm not technically complaining about it, I am feeling the work load's stress and just counting down the days now until Tuesday when I can get back to work on several things I've been meaning to do over the week.

That being said, I'm slowly starting to go mad with with the general atmosphere of who I am working with. It isn't so much that they are lazy employees who do nothing; my General Manager made it a point to get rid of those people. It is the fact that everyone, in once sense or another, that I work with is attractive. There are at least three people that I've come across in this new group of people that are extremely hot in one way or another.

There's one who is tall and lean, which I like.
There's one that is goofy but obviously sweet.
Then there's the one who looks like a bad boy but has a smile of gold.

There is a high risk that all of these twinks are actually jail bait. However, for those of you that don't know me well enough by now, there is nothing to worry about. I may look and float around them in a strange way, I won't be making any kind of move on them.

Which leaves me where? In bed or in front of the computer looking at porn rubbing off another one. Either the stress of work or just the usual sexual self-repression is causing a daily masturbation habit that seriously needs to stop. It's bad enough that I'm in my mid-20's and already forgot what sex feels like. Normally, gay guys my age would have been laid more times than the media portrays. Or less, if you think the media is a bunch of bullshit. But the bottom line is that I'm not a sexually active as my body would like me to be, which is bothering my psychosis or something in that brain up in my thick skull.

Today is Day Seven out of the nine days I have in a row. I'll be handing out tickets to Pirates and asking old ladies with hundred dollar bills who will just yell at me when I ask if they want to donate a dollar to a charity foundation, because they are seniors and they shouldn't be solicited for their money, even if it goes towards something to help little kids with cancer.

And to be perfectly honest, I wish that at the end of my shift I could hang out with one of my hot co-workers and get in their pants. But that's not going to happen even if I will it into reality.