Once again, we find ourselves running headlong into the weekend. Are you as excited as I am?
If only there was some way we could tell what would happen, a little leg-up, as it were…
But wait! There is!
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the cockamamie idea that my iPod, set on “shuffle”, is a doorway into the future, a guide regarding behavior, transportation options, and possible choices in apparel.
So what was playing on my way in to work today?
Anyway Anyhow Anywhere by The Who
Ballroom Blitz by Sweet
McFearless by Kings of Leon
I’m a Man by Chicago (almost eight minutes!)
Berlin by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
My Mistakes Were Make for You by The Last Shadow Puppets
And there you have it. And now that you have it, I’m thinking a stiff round of antibiotics oughta take care of it…
Actually, the only reason I heard these songs – the only reason I even came in to work today – was because I had a new shirt to wear.
Sad, iddin it?
And as vain as it strikes me, I somehow feel I do a better job when I’m pleased with my clothing.
I am as my mother raised me. I accessorize. I wear skirts and dresses to work, weather permitting. I fix my hair every day and I wear make-up even to my weekend cleaning jobs.
Surely I’m not alone? Oh, tell me I’m not alone! Why, there are whole days when the only good thing that happened was the way my skirt was the absolute right color, my jacket fit just so.
I don’t have to dress up for work, but what would be the fun of that?
You might as well ask me to stop putting that little fedora on the cat or insist that I stop plucking my eyebrows.
I won’t, I tell you. I won’t! I don’t care how casual it gets in the workplace. I don’t care if it’s “I’m With Stupid” t-shirt Monday or everyone’s wearing rubber flip-flops to work. I won’t do it! You hear me? I won’t do it!
The blood of William Wallace and countless other stubborn bastids runs through my veins.
They can take away our cost-of-living pay increases, but they can never take away our lipsticks!
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