Y'all should see me today. I look so damn cool with my new tucked in long sleeves polo shirt and spanking new dress shoes. Mama couldn't be any prouder if she'll saw me like this. For once, I looked like a man who has achieved something in his life and not like my usual jeans-and-shirt bum look paired with a disturbing attitude of a sex maniac who is about to do it right there and then. Thanks to my project manager who required us to dress up today for our director's boss visit to our laboratory. Then we can go and pretend we're a bunch of cool folks that would wear tucked in long sleeves while measuring 450 amperes of current on a rotating motor.
The packing problem is I can't seem to move comfortably with these on. It just complicates things much on a very simple task such as scratching my balls for one. With jeans and shirt:
1) Put hands inside jeans
2) Scrath itchy ball/s
3) Smell hand
3) Smell hand
4) Go back to eating finger licking good Doritos or Cheese-o while answering boss's emails
Now with all these formal attire:
1) Go to bathroom
2) Untuck shirt
3) Zip down pants
4) Scratch itchy ball/s
5) Smell hand
5) Smell hand
6) Take some time to admire sex organ
7) Tuck shirt back in
8) Zip up pants
9) Fix shirt in front of mirror
10) Wash hands
11) Go back to typing how cool I look today
It doesn't help that I need to do this every hour or so.
In a world of Six Sigma or in layman's term, procedures on how to become obssessively and compulsively efficient paranoids, this is not packing acceptable. I can't wait till the day ends so I can get out of this pretension.
On a related note, I got my confirmation letter a couple of days ago. That means after 6 months of doing nothing but sitting in front of the monitor and moving the up-down-right-left keyboard as fast as I can so everybody will hear how busy I am, my boss finally decided to make me a regular fixture in the company premises. Now I don't have to worry about browsing porn sites in a maximized window and downloading Naruto Shippuuden all day long.
p.s.
Blog erratum. Gene Kelly's movie is "Singin' in the Rain" and NOT "Dancing in the Rain" as mentioned in my entry below. Thanks to the Constantly Dramatic One for the reminder.
3 comments:
atot! galibug ko unsa nga confirmation.. abeh ko ug kumpirma sa simbahan! whahaha!
ulk! mellany if mabasahan nimo ayaw jud by any chance kupot sa kamot na splat! whahaha!!!!
kaluuy sa imong mga officemate oi if makakupot saimong kamot!
Question: Why do you need to scratch your balls all the time? Is it that big? ;-p
ylan, kaluoy sa ginoo wala man poy nagkupot-kupot sa akong kamot diri.... hehehe
CD, good question. well, i really don't know. it just got itchy everytime. i can't tell if it's big though. i haven't researched about average balls size or ball-body mass ratio.
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