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Orange Shirt Day

Friday, March 2nd, 2007

My Festive Fridays are now no longer, since my festive shirt has a tear, and I have thus far been unable to find a suitably subtle replacement. But too late yesterday, my boss declared today Orange Shirt Day, which is apparently a long-standing and haphazard tradition around here, not occurring on any kind of repeating basis, only randomly when someone thinks of it.

But my boss sent his declaratory e-mail too late and (even though it was a high priority message!) almost nobody read it and almost nobody wore orange shirts today, aside from my boss, the head-bobber (whose shirt is the orangest I’ve ever seen), and my very own self, although I feel particularly weird about it because: 1.) I never wear orange and Q.) My orange shirt is a bit too small, not too small to be comfortable, but small enough to accentuate my belly and make me feel a bit too nipply, even though I am wearing a T-shirt underneath. But I wore the orange shirt in solidarity, or at least that was my intent, to reach out to my coworkers about whom I know little and with whom I don’t speak very much, and now I’m left here wearing this ridiculous too-small orange shirt and trying to hide my nipples without actually trying to hide them.

For the second day in a row, I sit here working on something that should be simple, so simple that it should just work, but it doesn’t. I broke down and e-mailed tech support, only to find that the guy I need to talk to is on vacation and won’t be able to help me until next week — unless the other guy helps me out of the kindness of his heart and the fact that we pay them thousands of dollars a year to …. well, we pay them to give us this ridiculous system that only works exactly how they designed it, just like some other systems here that are the same way.

I’m about to go eat some Mexican food with two of my coworkers, the orangest-shirt-ever head-bobber who thinks Americans don’t like rice, and the poker-playing accountant with wild business ideas that’ll never be practical. The good news is it’s Friday, and I think it’ll be a pretty good weekend with Sarah and hopefully a bike ride or even two, and maybe some music.

4 Responses to “Orange Shirt Day”

  1. Sarah Says:

    Listen here. Men have nipples. No one knows why, but it’s a fact of life. Having nipples does not make you nipply. You saw that chick on http://www.fawm.com … SHE had nipples. (Uh, if the context didn’t alert you, that’s NSFW). And you look good in that shirt, and it’s perfect for eating barbecue or the pasta I’m making for dinner since it hides the stains.

  2. furiousball Says:

    the color orange promotes positive chi…but it was once said that tradition is just following someone else’s bad idea.

  3. Bud Buckley Says:

    That sounds like SUCH a fun place to work! I hope your weekend was very good. You deserve it!

  4. Gene Sugano Says:

    Ask your boss if he knows that Orange Shirt Day actually exists and that it falls on the Friday following Flag Day.

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