9 to 5 Shame

By now, most of us are all familiar with the 'Walk of Shame' concept. Y'know, like that time in college where you woke up in a strange dorm room with racoon eyes and a sense of trepidation at parading your shameful little-black-dress-wearing patootie home, high heels in hand, past all of your collegiate counterparts on their way to breakfast. Remember those days? Like they were yesterday, right? Well for me, it was. Except in this scenario I'm two years out of college and have traded in a short walk between dorms and a one-hour snoozefest (read: Lit Crit class) for a commute in Los Angeles morning traffic and a full day at the office. Yep, straight from a night of good sex to an 8hour workday with nary a shower nor change of clothes inbetween.

and with some serious JBF hair to boot. If you are unfamiliar with this gem of a term, you should acquaint yourself immediately and add it to your vocabulary. JBF - an acronym for Just Been Fucked, usually used in the context of a persons appearance after having sex (thank you, UrbanDictionary.com) In other words, something like this:

It all began with an innocent call from a friend we'll call Leo saying he and his roommates were having a little get-together and that since I wasn't yet 75 with dentures, I should take advantage of my youthful resiliency and come out on a weeknight. Not one to withstand peer pressure, I caved and upon arrival, a seemingly self-refilling drink landed in my hands. Long story short, I didn't sleep in my own bed that night. The next morning, I awoke groggy and aghast to find that I had overslept and would have to traipse into work sporting the same clothes I had worn the day before and a serious case of JBF hair.

Forty minutes and several episodes of road rage later, I arrived at work and slunk into my cubicle hoping to avoid my friend and coworker's knowing stares at my disheveled appearance. I spent the rest of the day pondering how shameful it really is to show up to work with post-sex hair and yesterday's wardrobe, and I came to one conclusion...


I'd do it again in a heartbeat.