The Office

I can see how people might equate working in the place I do to having sex.

Firstly, one has (and I have) quickly realised that there is no option but to submit. Submit to your boss, submit to your firm. As an employee working in the sort of firm I do, there really is very little else I can do other than submit. (By this I mean, of course, working silly hours and being able to see what London looks like at 4am in the morning as you struggle to keep your eyes open in the cab home).

Secondly, there is the reality of answering to one person by day and another by time. Okay, so this might only be true for some of us, but what the heck.

Thirdly, just like sex, too much work can make you feel extremely tired, to the point that no amount of Red Bull or Pro Plus will make you feel as though you could conquer the world. All you need and want is sleep.

Again, I'll say, also like sex, work can keep you up to the very early hours and there are, perhaps unlike most sex, very few breaks in between where you can nod off.

Having said this, I'd much prefer a fuck.