something happened at the office today and i have to write down.
i work in one of those 'land that time forgot' offices where the grey suits of yore reign supreme. you can count the women that work here on one hand, whereas it would take you at least four to count all the men (yes, that's four as in 'down on all fours', said the actress to the bishop, while you're down there love, nudge nudge wink wink say no more say no more)
can you tell i'm a little crapped off?
anyway, getting back to the point.
i have perfected this vacant stare that i fall in to every time i sense a grey suit on the approach, specifically if they are about to ask me to make cups of coffee for their clients. today, i felt my 'vacant stare' kick in even before i sensed the threat approaching, and there he was, the leader of the grey suit tribe. i stared and smiled in a 'may i help you' way, but he seemed to change his mind and go in search of another member of the skirt tribe to order around.
so. he found one of the others and said to them (in a way we can't decide he thought was either funny or flattering), 'i need someone goodlooking like you to make coffee for me'.
while i am happy that he has finally learned that my function here is not to prepare warm beverages for him and his mates, i am left with one lingering thought - am i not pretty enough?