Very, very casual Friday
I walked in today and enjoyed my view, as usual. Dolly’s cousin came in wearing a very fetching pinkish tent. At least she wasn’t picking her nose. Probably because there is nothing left to pick after yesterday afternoon’s session.
I’ve been trying to explain to my father that if I were to take a permanent position somewhere, I would really like a more professional environment than the one I am in right now. Like one where people bathe everyday, comb their hair, and wear clothes that don’t resemble pajamas.
I’ve tried to explain what the majority of the people are like here. I don’t think he believes me. Kind of like when I described the people at Crap-Ass to Stew. He didn’t believe me until he came to pick me up for lunch and was able to observe. I remember his shock and maybe slight disappointment. He was shocked that those kind of people existed. I think he was disappointed that my imagination wasn’t quite so creative.
Where I am now is a universe I didn’t know existed. I think it might be the sheer number of these type of people that are here. Typically, if you watch a newscast and the reporter interviews a witness to an accident, these are the people they manage to find. When you watch it you don’t know if you should be in pain for the person in the accident or for the person being interviewed.
This morning I just saw somebody walk by my office in stocking feet. She is wearing purple socks…not sandals, not slippers, but socks. So, let me reiterate…I would also like to work in a place where people wear their shoes. Everyday. Amen.
