...posting about it on the internet.

Sorta old news, but how did I not know about this sooner??!!

http://washingtoniennearchive.blogspot.com/

So this chick was a Staff Assistant (lowest position on the Hill...for very recent college grads) in DeWine's office. She would write about her "back-door" exploits with various Bush appointees and Senators and whatnot on her blog...FROM HER OFFICE. (In the White House and on the Hill, EVERYTHING gets stored...so rule #1 is NEVER conduct ANY personal business at the office.) Well, she got caught and fired recently. And now she is writing a book.

Tuesday, May 18, 2004
I just took a long lunch with F and made a quick $400. When I returned to the office, I heard that my boss was asking about my whereabouts. Loser.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004
What is my position? I am a Staff Assistant, or "Staff Ass," as the men on the Hill like to say. It's the entry-level job in each office. (For those who don't know.)


Tuesday, May 11, 2004
RS just called again. Bad news: the rumor has spread to other offices. This is bad.

By popular demand, I have finally created a key to keeping my sex life straight.

In alpha order:

AJ=The intern in my office whom I want to fuck.

F=Married man who pays me for sex. Chief of Staff at one of the gov agencies, appointed by Bush.

MD=Dude from the Senate office I interned in Jan. thru Feb. Hired me as an intern. Broke up my relationship w/ MK (see below).

R=AKA "Threesome Dude." Somebody I would rather forget about.

RS=My new office bf with whom I am embroiled in an office sex scandal. The current favorite.

I am done with W, for real this time. A man who tries to fuck you in the ass when you are sober does not love you. He should at least take you out for a few drinks to spare you the pain. Now I know that W does not care about me, only my asshole.

Sunday, I laid out and got some good sun. Unf, I chose a popular tourist picture-taking spot on the Mall, and all these assholes kept trying to snap shots of me in my bikini. I know I'm hot and everything, but please: no pictures!

So I went home to take a nap. I opened the door and started walking towards my bedroom, past the kitchen. I noticed a new blender sitting on the counter.

BUT I DON'T OWN A BLENDER!

I started to call the police, but stopped to think. Who has a key to this place? F! But why a blender? More importantly, why didn't he call first? What if I was in bed with my intern and F popped in with a surprise blender?

F e-mailed me this morning to ask if I liked his gift. I just told him that I don't like surprises. I can't afford to stop seeing him, so I didn't bitch him out as much as I should have. I mean, is he crazy or what? Maybe I told him I wanted a blender and don't remember. Even so, why not call?

I have a "glamour job" on the Hill. That is, I could not care less about gov or politics, but working for a Senator looks good on my resume. And these marble hallways are such great places for meeting boys and showing off my outfits.

what a freak.

my roommate went to a halloween party as a republican staff assistant a few years ago, after she spent a summer on the hill. she pretty much looked like a well-to-do tramp with an id card around her neck, which is precisely how she thought a lot of them looked.

i haven't heard about this. is this for real? no news sites have info on this....

So, assuming all these pseudonyms are just their initials, any clue who any of these people are?

Originally posted by homechicago
i haven't heard about this. is this for real? no news sites have info on this....

It's totally for real. Unless she decides to reveal their names, it will never be a big deal for any news sites. And it's not like this is all that unusual. The only different thing about this is that she posted about it on the internet, instead of just telling her friends and letting it get around that way.

unless i see lewinsky-gate media attention, it's useless. good to see what's good for democrat grilling isn't happening for the gop.

fair and balanced - my ass