Sometimes, I feel like I want to loose control. You may look at people like me and think there crazy. Your wrong. You should of seen me at lunch time. Their was a strong wind blowing, and it was dry as a dessert. Irregardless of what you think, I like to brush the gel out of my hair and let the wind blow it around. It can be very exiting. My hair lost it’s hold, but I didn’t care. If someone doesn’t believe it can be fun, they should try it theirself.
I used to couldn’t do stuff like that. I was all superlative and ostentatious (cool big words, huh?). I couldn’t of been more wrong. People don’t worry about what other people look like nearly as much as people worry about what other people are thinking they look like. They have there own feelings about how they should look. That’s a whole nother story.
Before going back to work, I had to re-orientate myself. I couldn’t be all wild in front of my colleges. They need to respect me when they work with me on a daily bases.
We were installing a new rack in the computer room, but the guy doing the fiscal labor needed an exact width for one that hadn’t came in yet. I new of one in the building I could use to compare. When I went in their, I told the women I needed to measure her rack. I laughed even though I shouldn’t of, with sexual herassmint and all. She looked at me like I was cookie or something.
I need to sing off now, as I am about to go watch “March of the Pingwins” with my wife. She’s hawt.