Long Time no Sweat

Breaking rocks in the hot sun. I didn't fight anybody and I still lost.

Have I ever told you about our "no jeans policy" at the office ? No ? It's pretty simple, standart office stuff : from Monday to Thursday, we must wear pants, whatever they are. So somebody shows up in track pants, schredded cotton pants, welfare pants, rehab pants, and it's OK. But jeans, however classy & clean they are, are verboten.



So yeah, since I'm on the phone, nobody can see me. That makes a whole lot of sense.

I have developed a strategy that pays in reaction to that. I keep black pants in my drawer and I change when I get to the office. Because, you know, I don't feel to great walking around the "real world" in these. I sometimes "dare" my supervisors and keep my jeans all day. What will they do to me ? Bury me under written warnings ? Fire me because I'm stylish ?

My merchandise coordinator wears jeans all the time, and once somebody made a comment to him. This is what he answered :

-You know, I live in the world. And in the world today, it's "jeans day".

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The sun's back, folks. Hope it's here to stay. If not, I'll have to put on my ranger boots and join the army. Or send a missile to the moon, or a mission at the center of the earth. Mission : possible.

Forgive me for being so dissipated, but the cheap office coffee I drank (so cheap it's free) didn't entirely wake me up. Long evenings at the office can have that nauseating and knocking out effect on me.

We found out today who was the fool always locking up the front door in the morning & at night. It's the same guy who makes so much noise every morning putting on his rollerblades in the staricase next to my appartment door, who is coincidentally right next to my bedroom door. He is probably the same guy who behaves like an elephant every time he goes up or down these same stairs.



I have very nice neighbors. Back when my car was still functioning, but making a hell of a noise due to a dying transmission, a lady living upstairs from my garage was always running down to come rushing in the courtyard and yell at me, thinking I was doing all these noises just to impress the birds & cats passing by.

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Tomorrow at work I am doing what they call "extra hours". I am coming into the office at 8 AM and getting out at 8:30 PM. I could have stayed until 9, but psychologically, I didn't need being the one to open & close the shop. Opening it will already be painful enough as it is. Hope I recover fast from this mess.



Because the bikes will go out again. The clubs will welcome me again. But most importantly, I will let my love story with piknic resume on next Sunday, if by any luck we're graced with nice weather. Krikor will come down from France especially for me, and I shall be right in front of the booth during his whole performance, even as he battles with Pheek. Vodka / Guru will be the course of the day, and dancing the purpose.

Hope I see some of you over there, as this is exactly what you need : some time away from this damn computer screen who is rapidly becoming your best friend but who will turn down his cell phone if you call him late at night to cry on his virtual shoulder.