I'm staying late at the office one evening, when before you know it, I'm pushing way more than just pencils.
For the longest time, I've been pretty damn overwhelmed by life. The son of a rich family, I've always gotten into quite a bit of unsavory behavior to compensate for my general dissatisfaction, much to my family's dismay.
Little do they know, however, that the reasons for my acting out are my suppressed homosexual urges, for which I simply cannot seem to find an outlet. My father, I know with some conviction, tends to be rather homophobic in nature, and I have the creeping suspicion that if my true nature became known to him I would end up screwing my way out of an inheritance.
Things change pretty drastically, then, when I begin to hear rumors that my boss at the financial firm where I'm interning for the summer harbors a few man-eating tendencies of his own, and I set to go about brown nosing him in hopes of establishing some sort of connection with him in that regard.
I can't even come close to imagining, however, just how generous a reward I will be given for my efforts at the firm.
I think this would probably have been better for me if I had read this, or if it had a different narrator. while I ended up thinking 'get on with it' very early on in the book, I don't know if that is because of the book or the way that the narrator was reading it.
They went through it very quickly, in what seemed like one giant run on sentence, often with a weird inflection on words that stretched out the last letter into an almost sing song that drove me crazy with annoyance. Along with the general sense that they had no interest in the book, was only reading it for the paycheck and didn't really care about what they were doing.
The audiobook version of this definitely could have used a director behind the scenes going 'Ok, go through this section only slow down, put some emotion into this, it's a sex scene not a funeral, and stop it with the thing you're doing at the end of the y's.'