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"BOOTY!"
says my shirt.
it's bright orange. with Spongebob Squarepants...
oooo... something smells like sweet fruity oil perfume... normally I hate it when I smell a huge cloud of scent or perfume at work, but I don't mind this smell at all.
... anyway, back to my shirt, I'm surprised that no one has tried to make an HR issue of it. it's not bad, because booty=0b3r l00+, but it could also be taken as booty as in, getting some ass n stuff. we'll see, the day's not over yet.
i was in the basement earlier and there was a guy there with his two little girls and we were both walking towards the elevator and he said to me, "Forgive me for saying, but I can't tell if those are pants or a parachute." I think he thought he was trying to be amusing, but I didn't think it was. I just politely but sternly replied, "They are pants." He didn't pick up the hint that I wasn't amused, and that I didn't really appreciate such comments. He asked me where I bought them, said that they were huge, etc etc. I started ignoring him and I ate my chips. then he must've said a comment because he was looking at me like I should respond, but I just kept on eating my chips. his little girls then started to make comments on my pants. i wanted to fucking slap him so bad. i don't pay attention to adults when they make comments about such things, because they should know better, and i refuse to give them the reaction they are looking for. but his inconsiderateness has now been passed on to his two little girls, who probably now feel it is okay to make comments about other people's clothing that is different from their own while that person is in their presence, and they probably don't feel that it is wrong since their father encouraged it.
"my mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely." ~unknown
says my shirt.
it's bright orange. with Spongebob Squarepants...
oooo... something smells like sweet fruity oil perfume... normally I hate it when I smell a huge cloud of scent or perfume at work, but I don't mind this smell at all.
... anyway, back to my shirt, I'm surprised that no one has tried to make an HR issue of it. it's not bad, because booty=0b3r l00+, but it could also be taken as booty as in, getting some ass n stuff. we'll see, the day's not over yet.
i was in the basement earlier and there was a guy there with his two little girls and we were both walking towards the elevator and he said to me, "Forgive me for saying, but I can't tell if those are pants or a parachute." I think he thought he was trying to be amusing, but I didn't think it was. I just politely but sternly replied, "They are pants." He didn't pick up the hint that I wasn't amused, and that I didn't really appreciate such comments. He asked me where I bought them, said that they were huge, etc etc. I started ignoring him and I ate my chips. then he must've said a comment because he was looking at me like I should respond, but I just kept on eating my chips. his little girls then started to make comments on my pants. i wanted to fucking slap him so bad. i don't pay attention to adults when they make comments about such things, because they should know better, and i refuse to give them the reaction they are looking for. but his inconsiderateness has now been passed on to his two little girls, who probably now feel it is okay to make comments about other people's clothing that is different from their own while that person is in their presence, and they probably don't feel that it is wrong since their father encouraged it.
"my mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely." ~unknown