I try not to post about work too much. But sometimes I can't help myself. Here's a list of things I've experienced over the course of the last several work weeks:
1. Have someone do a full 360 in front of me, and ask if I notice anything different about her. After several revolutions, I'm still not sure. A dramatic head toss and shake is my clue that it's the hair... something about the hair. Ahhhhh. It seems I had failed to notice the clip-in extensions in her already hugely abundant hair. Seriously. You could thatch a building with that hair, and you're wearing clip-ins that you expect me to notice? (Not to mention how this makes me feel about my own wispy, baby's ass hair.)
2. Hearing "expecially" more than once in a meeting.
3. Help someone draft a letter to the INS about her stepmother's pending residency status, a letter that was required to provide concrete evidence of marriage, NONE OF WHICH EXISTS.
4. Have to listen to a painful diatribe that began with "Isn't history fascinating?!!," followed by the declaration that OUR generation will only be remembered for the dot com boom and the fact that our president got a blow job from an intern. I guess 9/11, the war in Iraq, Rwanda, Darfur and more things than I can list here are just piddling trifles.
5. Participate in a group discussion in which Darth Vader becomes "Dark" Vader and in which there is musing about why George Lucas created a movie from the TV series Star Trek.
And the frightening thing? Every one of these came from the SAME PERSON. I'm not sure how much longer I can take it. Somewhere in the world, there are GIANT rocks,and people really do live under them.