Too Much Office

Um, this office may be killing me.  I believe all the fun life has been sucked out of me and I’m turning into a non-person.  Which is what HR people become: non-people.  My clothes are becoming more bland, lipstick a shade more neutral and earrings just a bit smaller.  Less attention grabbing.  Mmmmm, that’s fun.

Did I mention the Halloween costume conversation around the kitchen microwave today? Some stupid little shit is going as a princess – imagine that.  Never happened before.  Ever.  You might as well go ahead and give her the “you’re worthless unless men love you, and by the way your boobs are small” talk, because that’s where the princess outfits ultimately get you.  Get her boobs done now, why don’t ya! Get it over with.  God forbid we come up with another kind of ultimate dream for little girls.

Ahhhh, that’s better.  Just enough and now I can get through traffic.  It’s Friday!  My kids are 18 and NOT in jail!  No one is going to starve if I don’t cook and I may just read the night away with a bottle of wine.  Not. Too. Shabby.

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