I found HER this weekend.
I’m going to jet from work a little early tomorrow to go meet my Dad so he’ll come with me when I go for a test drive. He, unlike me, doesn’t look like he can be taken advantage of. I’ll get no harassment with Dad there.
I’m excited!!!
A joke about the corporate world. Tee hee!
A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost.
He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon more and shouts, “Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?”
The man below shouts, “You’re in a hot air balloon, hovering thirty feet above this field.”
“You must work in information technology,” says the balloonist.
“I do,” replies the man. “How did you know?”
“Well,” says the balloonist, “everything you have told me is technically correct, but it’s of no practical use to anyone.”
The man below says, “Ah. You must be a corporate manager.”
“I am,” says the balloonist, “How could you tell?”
“Well,” says the man below, “you don’t know where you are or where you’re going, but you expect me to be able to help. You have the same problem you had before we met, but now it’s my fault.”
But I am so Dee.
I have a partner at work. We share duties and we share office space. Sharing space with someone all day is not my first choice, but at least I’m lucky in that it is a male, and he and I get along well.
Our company dress code consists of a limited number of colors for pants, and mandatory wearing of nice shirts embroidered with the company logo bought from a well-known business casual clothier.
You see where this is going, right? As a whole building we simply cannot avoid being twinkies with someone every now and then.
But the two of us have been showing up twinkies pretty much once a week or more for a couple of months since I got this job. How we manage to wear the same color on the same day so much, I have no idea. At first, neither of us never even noticed we were doing it until we were seen in a room together and coworkers would jokingly ask, “Is there an IT uniform now?”
When we make clothing orders, management picks out the shirt styles and colors to choose from and we get to choose within those parameters. So… at the end of the week before last our newest shirt order came in, and I swear, he must have ordered all the same colors I did, and we keep wearing them on the same days. We did it two days last week, and then this week…
Yesterday, it was black. Today, it is blue. At least the blues are different shades; mine’s a pastel version of royal that could be mistaken for lavender under the wrong lights and his is a bit darker, closer to a real royal blue. I am planning on wearing my green sweater tomorrow because it is supposed to be chilly-er than it has been. Anyone want to bet me five dollars he’ll show up in his green shirt?
Maybe… it’s like a gaggle of women… women who spend a lot of time around each other tend to begin to cycle together. Maybe there’s some kind of non-gender-specific weird color-cycle going on.
O.o
“Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.”
– Brendan Gill
This was said:
“The only difference between eggs and chicken is time, baby.”
– Boyfriend’s odd housemate
