Brought in suck-up brownies for the division today. Why? I checked with my supervisor yesterday and even though I have received no official confirmation, I have indeed been gainfully employed for more than 90 days now. This means that it just got a lot harder for me to get fired.
Moi: So even though I won't get the official email until next week, it has been 90 days? I want to know when I can start acting like myself.
Supervisor: If this has been the facade, then oh God.
Yet sadly, it has all been a facade. Do you know how incredibly business casual my wardrobe has turned? I'm so cleaned up that my supervisor thinks I have a great sense of fashion, what with my belts and shoes and all. I'm not belts and shoes! I'm sneakers and Thomas-the-Engine sweaters. Fashionable should never be the first thing people say about me. Or even the first two hundred sixty-three. Even worse, do you know how often I pass up an appropriate moment for an inappropriate joke? Most of my jokes have turned saccharine and cute. In a way that makes me want to slap myself, if only my face wasn't so pretty. And worst of all, do you know how often I have to restrain myself from mocking people merciless? Do you know how easy it is to make fun of people in this sort of academic setting? I can't even begin to count the missed opportunities because if I could, it'd probably just make me cry and crying isn't very vogue.
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