all of the the halloween costume talk has pretty much convinced me i have to book a trip to see the nephews for halloween. t's birthday is the next day, so it's good timing. this post brought to you by my new motorola q, where i still haven't figured out how to make the letters capital.
'Beneath You'
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Speaking of Halloween costumes, yesterday I had a very familiar conversation with my co-workers in our team meeting. We were talking about time off, and I mentioned that I would not be in on Nov. 1st, because there was no way I was coming in the day after Halloween. My boss asked "But you are coming in on Halloween, right/"
Me: "Of course I am! We can still wear costumes to work, right?"
Boss: "Yes. So, who is going to come in costume?"
laughter as I am the only person who raises their hand
Boss: "Wait! I know! The rest of us could all dress like Goths! It would be great!"
Yes, this happens to me every year.
Jilli, it sounds like your boss is ripe for a practical joke.
Jilli, it sounds like your boss is ripe for a practical joke.
Naaaah. She's pretty cool; she dabbled in Goth when she was a "moody teen" (as she put it) back in London. I think she was just trying to torment the rest of the team.
It sounds like the rest of the team is ripe for a practical joke.
I could make a tutu, right?
Jilli, jeans and a pony-tail... I BEG of you!
Best. Costume. EVAH.
Jilli, jeans and a pony-tail... I BEG of you!
That would rock. And yet, it just seems so wrong.
Jeans, cable knit sweater, tennis shoes, and a pony tail. Just for like, an hour.