Looking all dressed up since it is right after work and we just happened to have a client meeting. I thought about going home because I thinking I'm a *bit* dressed up to go to a Mission bar but then I said fuck it. I look good, why should I dress down and waste time? I have things that are going to be dressier later and who really cares and if they do if they say anything they get a big ole asshole star next to their name in my mental black book. So I'm going to go rock my overdressed look.
So anyway walking the street, there is a cafe with two guys outside talking and they stop talking and watch me. I walk past and as I walk past I hear in a degrading low toned voice...
"Professionals"
I'm still smiling at the absurdity of it. Mostly because
A. I work at a web design company the ratio of jeans and tee shit days to dress up days are 10:1.
B. The longer I live here, the more I like horizontal striped sweaters and
C. Eff you. I would love to be an artist/writer/art student but in order for me to pay bills I need to have a J-O-B and I've worked in service and I like being paid well more than I like being ironic. That's my value system. You are welcome to yours provided you don't judge me on mine. Because then you will be exposed for the jack ass that you are in this passive-agressive manner. :D
I remember being the kid who scoffed at the cheerleaders for no other reason that they were cheerleaders but for God Sake that was high school. Can we please grow up?
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
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