Working "downtown" is so exhiliariating. Among the "best and the brightest". Woohoo. Rocket scientists all.
This of course creates intense pressure. Not at work, where we all know we just potter around at the coffee machine - I mean outside work. Specifically the scary people who thrust notices in your hand as you unsuspectingly walk toward yet another "tapau" lunch to bring back to your desk and eat in forlorn solitude.
I am glad to report that all the "Brazilian waxing" notices do not now reach my hand. Something about my hirsute manliness clearly was a perverse attraction, but I think I have now put them all in their places.
Anyway, this afternoon, thrust in my hand was a flyer for "Needs Salon". Somehow I read that as "Nerds Salon".
Now about the best and the brighest... where were we?
3 comments:
At least you don't get accosted by Ah-Bengs selling porn. Ugh.
Alas, these are the perils of having your work place in a suburban mall.
~div
i much prefer my forlorn solitude to dealing with peasants "chope-ing" seats with packets of tissues.
Porn and tissue. You guys bring out the sophomoric in me :)
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