Banter

So sent a simple and innocent email to my teammates to remind of jean day/make sure we were on the same page re: wearing jeans on Friday. What next ensued is funny enough to share. Mostly unedited:



Jeans and sneaks tomorrow!

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Nice jeans and shoes! No rips, holes, strings, wrinkles, dirty jeans, long jean skirts, baggy jeans, no sagging

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Hahaha. No bent brim hats, logos, popped collars.

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[No] [o]vertly big coats, dirty raincoats, minks or other animal fur/skin coats and/or hats

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[No] [p]leather... High waters, too tight. [Must be] [a]ge appropriate.
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Hahahahahahaahahahahaaha. No knee-high boots, open-toe shoes (Nov-Feb), gloves (to hide sweaty palms)
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Keep your shoes on
Clean socks
3 inch heals, no more
No red bottoms
Or steal toes
I'm done!

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No capes, wearing of sunglasses in the office, hot-colored nails
Finished too!

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No wearing your mobile phone on your belt.

No Droids that don't get emails after hours.

Following Orders

I do what I am told to do because I don't like being told what to do. For, the only thing worse than being told what to do, for me, is being told to do the same thing twice.

Think about it. Isn't that the only path for a wannabe overachiever/wannabe rebel. Cecil vs. Craig. I respect authority not for authority's sake but because they are the type of people who earned or found a way to maintain said position of authority. I respect that… and I respond to people I respect…thus, I respond. Enigma wrapped in a question mark, no doubt.

The back up title to this entry: Sociopath in Middle Management.

Valentine's Day Disappointment?

So I cannot resist writing a bit today. I almost, almost made it. It is 10:53 PM on February 14, 2012 and I decide to share words.

… And I have nothing to say. I thought I'd absolutely feel motivated to share the inevitable emotions that are expected from a post-relationship Valentine's Day… and I've nothing. I did everything wrong [and I've nothing]:

I didn't wear black and protest the day… I didn't shy away from the what are you doing tonight conversations at work… I didn't ignore or snicker at the 5 or 6 couples walking hand-in-hand that I passed walking from office to home… I didn't fail to look into the windows of the restaurants, ESPECIALLY Blue Point Grill, or the two flower shops that I passed walking from office to home… I didn't avoid Something Borrowed… I didn't avoid FaceBook or conversation strands that I knew would take me places I shouldn't be, places I took drastic, dramatic measures to ensure I couldn't be, but find often…

I didn't play it safe… yet I didn't feel what I thought I should feel on this day. Did you catch that I just used the word "didn’t"? I changed tenses because I do now. I ventured the one place – my head. Alas, my heart is pounding --- not my metaphorical heart, my actual heart --- I'm staring at the flashing cursor… I know not what to write, I am short of breath and uncomfortably warm… I feel; I am simultaneously thankful and annoyed.

Happy Valentine's Day to all and to all a good night!

And then...

First it was we need to talk. I was expecting the talk, so I simply say "okay let me hear it." Then I say okay. I was expecting it, so I say okay. It makes perfect sense, so I say okay. In less than ten minutes, it all ends without a fight. A few tears, statements of no regrets… cordial and have a nice life. No fight, just goodbye.


And then it was national peanut butter and jelly day…

And then I can't sleep….

And then I feel sick…

And then it was national chocolate cake day…

And then I finally see Ides of March; enjoyed it and wanted to share…

And then the Oscar noms come out…

And then I have a great driving lesson… I almost crashed, but only once... The instructor broke up with his girlfriend the day prior... Go figure… I was thinking go figure while driving 45mph… and then the sharp curve… I live, it's a funny story and I want to share…

And then I see Iron Lady, I think it is good, but who cares…

And then I can't sleep…

And then I feel sick…

And then I wonder what this is supposed to look like…

And then I wonder what this should feel like…

And then I wonder if I should have fought, wonder if I should fight…

But it makes so much sense; the brain beats the heart – as this must be right…

And then I can't sleep…

And then I have things to say…

And then I can't sleep

And then I have a full flu…

I am stubborn, I am rational, I am justified, and I am doing what's best…

I grab chicken fingers out the freezer and I see the chocolate chip waffles. Why do I have chocolate chip waffles? Oh…

And then I have a glass of wine…

I say it's for the flu, but maybe it's for you…

And then I blog…

And then I post…

And then I …

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