I might have mentioned that I don't really hang out with a lot of people at work or have a "flourishing garden of friends" or whatever. I'm like one of those house plants in its own pot, or I'm in a window box with a couple other colorful varieties that keep to themselves and don't need much water, i.e. my boss and the senior editor - basically the only people with whom I care to have non-work related conversations. So that's why you only hear about them unless I'm bashing upper management yet again. And since the senior editor was out sick most of last week most of this is boss related material.
And with that long winded botanical preface, here's all the fun stuff you missed due to my posting ennui:
1.) Singing - My boss and our graphic designer, who seem to be the same age and thus grew up watching the same TV shows, apparently have a thing for theme songs. I listened to several lovely duets from two middle-aged men humming and singing Starsky and Hutch, The Jeffersons, and Get Smart.
2.) Zodiac Signs - Not only do my boss and I share the same sign, Aries, we share the same birthday. No wonder we get along! Turns out the graphic designer who sits right in front of my boss is also an Aries, which promted my boss to exclaim with an unusual amount of enthusiasm, "I now call this corner, THE RING OF FIRE!" Who says things like that?
3.) The knowledge that I am merely a pawn in this game I call "my job" - No matter how well, or expeditiously I perform my job duties, I must always rememeber, that there will be someone who's being paid bundles more than me to take what I've written and turn it back into shit and call it better.
4.) The title of this post -
Gullwing Tretorns were first introduced to me as a little kiddie. My mom dabbled in college tennis and back in the 70's tretorns were all the rage. So I bought my first pair when I was 13 and have been a convert ever since. Luckily few people like them so you can find them ridiculously cheap, if you can find them at all. What makes them SO great is that they are lined with terry cloth so it's bascically like a shoe that comes with its own sock. BAD ASS.
My Boss is a squash player and when I walked in the door this morning he immediately spotted my shoes and and began to explain the evolution of "old skool" tennis shoes. He even runs his own blog about the sport called www.squashlord.com or something.
That's it.
I've also been writing this post for an extremely long amount of time because the Senior Editor stopped by to bitch about how crazy, scandalous and devious upper management is here which took up a solid 45 minutes. God I love her. :-)
