I remember about a dozen years ago I had this job at a service bureau. I was director of production. But my company started downsizing, and it got real ugly. You don't know how many people I had to fire. You don't know what that's like, taking everything away from somebody. That was before people started changing jobs like underwear.
Anyway, the company was in the toilet. I was there doing all the production myself, and there's this one girl in client services, Moira. She's this big Irish girl, a couple inches taller than me, naturally. There was something sexy about her, though, the way she carried herself.
It's not long before we're the only two in the whole office. Half the executives took their golden parachutes and the other half never came in to work. Moira and I are doing lots of conference calls together, and I start smelling her, you know what I mean? And one day I just walk into her office and stroke her hair like and she looks up at me all hungry and I kiss her hard on the lips.
Everything changed then. It wasn't about the business anymore. It was about our lust. She used to take calls bent over her desk. The business was just our playground. And it lasted a couple months, if you can believe it. We never saw each other after work. After all, we were exhausted with each other by the time work was over.
I was ruined for corporate life after that. I couldn't walk into an office building without getting rock hard. The illusion was over, that suits keep us from being beasts. Every time some businesswoman calls me, I'm sure that she's bent over the desk while we're talking. I lost my faith in business, which made it kind of tough for me to get on with things until I found the Church. It was that or just be an animal. And you can go to jail for that. The church reintroduced me to discipline.