The worst thing about the whole department dressing up as a slumber party?
It was impossible to not feel sleepy all afternoon comfied out in fleece pajama pants and fuzzy socks.
“I’m sooo tired.”
“I know, right? I’m already ready for bed.”
“It’s like a cruel joke.”
The best thing about the whole department dressing up as a slumber party?
Our supervisor got in trouble from the bigwigs for us dressing inappropriately (in fleece pajama pants and fuzzy socks). She, who was also in sleepover garb, was so pissed at the rest of the company that she put us on lockdown and we were not allowed to leave our building for any reason during the day. And then she and her right-hand woman turned up the volume and danced to Thriller together. The whole song.
I’m going to work in my pj’s. Everyone in my department is, so it’s not going to be like that dream where you realize you’re at work in your pj’s. Well, in the dream you realize you’re naked.
Yesterday I overheard this near my cubicle: “Deborah, what do you think is the sexiest font?”
New development at the kiddie porn house!
I still sleep on “my side.”
I’m learning to feel less guilty.
On Friday we’re all coming to work dressed as girls-at-a-slumber-party. That’s what the twenty women in my department agreed on today out of the blue. We do also have one man and various factions have told him he will be the “brother,” the “boy we snuck in through the window,” or Hugh Hefner.
You know, some things were considered “cute” in the days before Dateline To Catch a Predator, Sex Offender lists, and child pornography all over the world wide web.
But these days, what possesses someone to think this is cute??
All leaning against the front of their house and stuff??
Dear God, How are YOU? Amen.
I decided I don’t want to wait until November to start the krissytinis. I won’t title them as that would add a 7th word. Anyone want to join me? Name them whatever you want. And you don’t have to post once a day. Nobody cares.
My good friend, Fool, has been encouraging me to participate in this year’s NaNoWriMo.
Every November I’ve talked such shit about that thing, I can’t believe I just linked to it. Not sure why it’s always bugged me – well I know there’s the sheep factor (when I want to write a novel, I’ll write a novel), and the name, good God. And the fact that it inspired the even uglier named NaBloPoMo (again with the link?) which leads to awful postings around the web like “Well I’m really tired but I had to write something so this is my post.”
Still I feel I can’t say no to Fool. I’ll just put my own twist on it. I’m making up a cocktail of Nano, Nablo, with a splash of Six-Word Memoirs. I’ll call it the Krissytini. Ha! That was stupid.
But I will.
Basically I’m going to write each day in November, slap it on my blog, and these writings will be limited to only six words.
So there’s that to look forward to in November.
My life? Don’t be jealous.
They’ve been nuzzled like that in my kitchen for days.