I've had a work husband. We shared a cube. Ate lunch together often. Bitched about our jobs together.
We were totally married. Just not for real.
And when we both left our jobs, we joked about our splitting up. How we were amicable. And to this day, we remain friends. Now, we call each other "ex work wife" and "ex work husband."
It works.
Having a work husband was great. So great that I would really like another one. But there's one problem ... no one has work proposed to me.
I mean, I have work crushes. There are some great candidates around my office for work husbands. Heck, there are great candidates for work wives, too. I'm not a work homophobe. You could even call me a work bisexual. I'll work marry anyone, really.
But I'm too shy to initiate any work dating.
Oh well. I guess I'll just fill my office with pictures of cats and become the work spinster.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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