When you start a new job, there’s always that adjustment period. Not just getting used to the work and the people, but how it affects other aspects of your life. Los Angeles is notorious for traffic so even a 5-mile commute can consume a good chunk of your personal time. My commute is 20 miles and the best way to deal with that is by avoiding rush hour and consequentially working long hours.
My coworker Jenna asked me about my weekday schedule and I summed it up saying, “I barely have time to pet the guinea pig.” Her straight-faced response: “Is that what you call it?” had the few of us left in the office rolling. Now it’s my favorite euphemism that isn’t.
I use the phrase every chance I get: “I’m heading home to pet the guinea pig,” “I have some free time, think I’ll pet the guinea pig,” “Come on over, I’ll let you pet the guinea pig.” In the office it always gets a laugh.
Princess Piggy Poo has no idea she inspired a new euphemism but I’m going to use it until it’s as famous as comparing guinea pigs to test subjects. Won’t you help? Gotta go now, time to pet the guinea pig.