Thursday, March 08, 2007
So, as many of you know I love my interns and sometimes develop fun relationships with them. Sometimes they let me meddle in their lives, sometimes they, rather foolishly, ask for my advise. I have a former intern here who now works for us and does a great job that is why we keep asking her to come back. She will be called I-ML to protect her anonymity, but yes, that is her in the picture.
She and I spend a lot of office time together and have developed quite the friendship. I like to take her with me where ever I go. To lunch, to the bank, to unplanned shopping trips I-ML comes along and tells me stories about her love life to keep me entertained.
One of the things I-ML and I talk about is growing-up and becoming adult women ready to be fully functioning members of society. She has just finished school and sometimes she freaks out about her future – like we all did. So, I tell her to chill out and set goals and while she normally listens to me, one lesson she refuses to grasp is; adult woman wear bras every day. I’ll say that again, adult women wear bras every day.
Go ahead and call me old fashioned, but I really feel that unless you are built like a twelve-year-old boy, you should wear a bra… to work. Not our I-ML. No, she decides not to and frankly, this girl needs a bra. Not in a bad way, she just needs to wear one.
I don’t understand it. The woman wears six shirts at the same time and at any given moment she’s got a vest and a belt and more accessories than you can shake a stick at. However, she can’t be asked to put on a bra.
We often play a little game in the morning (ok, we work in publishing… and she is a bit of a free spirit, so the ‘morning’ for us is anytime between 11:00am and 1:00pm). She comes to the office and I guess if she is wearing a bra. I think you should all join in, everyone look at her picture. Is this woman wearing a bra?
Monday, March 05, 2007
So, I spent this weekend with my mom and sister. Generally, when I am with them, my mother’s insanity kind of outshines my sister’s. However, spending time in my sister’s condo you really get familiar with her various neuroses. My sister and I are very much the same in some ways, but we are very different in others. For example, I wake up in the morning in a good mood. My sister is the most miserable grump on earth when she wakes up. At night, if it is late and I am tired, I get really pissy. My sister could have been deprived sleep for three days and she will still be happy to start a card tournament at 2:00am.
She has one issue that really highlights the difference between the two of us. She gets angry that I don’t wear pants while sleeping. Now, I already compromise a lot when I am at her house by wearing a nightdress to sleep in. However, it only goes to mid thigh and it really bothers my sister that it creeps up at night. God forbid my pantied ass touches her sheets. This particular obsession is really strange to me. I am the kind of person who will live for years without curtains and walk around in a t-shirt and no pants. I don’t care to look presentable while sleeping (generally, I sleep naked, I think people who wear pajamas are repressed). I certainly don’t care how she looks like while sleeping. She happened to catch a glimpse of my under ware on Saturday night at 3:00am. Her 10-minute grumbling soliloquy about the visibility of my under ware woke me up. Could you imagine what it would be like to live with this woman? You’d have to be covered from head to toe at all times, even when you are alone, in your own bed, asleep and in another room.