Loading ...so i’m on site at the big “don’t fuck this up jefke, we really need this client” client. i was supposed to have a 10 am meeting with my main contact, but she decided to have a 2 hr meeting with my 2nd main contact that was not for my cute little and oft times red ears. ok fine.
when i arrived , i went to the company’s cafeteria to get a diet coke. as i was grabbing the “sweet elixr ” (i’ll let jimmy explain that one), i turned to head toward the cashier, in the process i almost took out this guy and chick who were headed over to the oatmeal bar (yes, oatmeal and a salad bar-esque set up of oatmeal fixin’s) i thought nothing of it. i headed over to the breakfast/power bar stand, somehow the 2 of them got ahead of me by the time i got to the cashier. it was then i noticed that he was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and gray slacks. very slacky slacks i’d say.
as i left, i ended up following them all the way to the elevator, then to the same floor and then to teh same area of the same floor. they work in the cubes just outside of the office i squat in. ok fine. guy in turtleneck sweater–it was popular 25 years ago, why not now?
so as i was headed ot the exectutive washroom, which oddly enough is not locked today (what if the riff raff get in?). i passed the office of a, well, guy that, err seems to take his fashion pretty seriously. he must be a pretty big whig b/c he has a full blown office, not just a cube, and i often see rocking that new fanged stripped suit, striped shirt, striped tie look that i thought only british men had enough balls to wear. strangely he still wears the black new media glasses and the fauxhawk, like it’s 2001 (before anyone jumps on me, yes i have the glasses, and yes i ‘ve been wearing them around the house lately…the capt bent my less dated glasses last week–oh he’ll be sorry when he’s 14 and grounded for something he did in 2006).
anyway, i come around the corner, and there is mr fashion plate…in a black turtleneck sweater and gray slacky slacks. i saw another guy in the lunch line at the cafeteria with a red turtleneck sweater, though we was wearing tight jeans rather than the slacks. i wonder if its turtleneck thursday.
i’ll keep you posted
(wow, that was a lame post).