Office Hours
February 27, 2008 by piereth
Hilarious day, especially the fella with the eyes that wouldn’t stay on his coffee… isn’t it funny how guys have what seems to be a completely involuntary response to women in their vicinity? Like their better nature should prevent them but their evolutionary imperatives force them to seek out booty and case it. Outstanding. Now, I know women do this too. They just have mechanisms to disguise the fact!
We have someone like that at my place of work! Some women dress for it. I’m surprised that some of them don’t choke themselves, their cleavage is so high!
I could have understood it if my gazungas were visible - but I was wearing chinos and a fleece top!! He must not have anything to look at at home.
Hah! I’m not following my plan at all. I clicked on a bunch of links on your blogroll. After reading this post, I feel compelled to comment.
I happen to be male. I happen to have crappy vision. I also find that my life (i.e. my job) puts me in a position where I quite frequently have to deal with young (i.e. 19 through 21 year old) women who wear low cut shirts. So, you might suspect that I look at these people’s breasts. Despite being heterosexual, I don’t really care about them. So, I mostly don’t.
Recently due to my afore mentioned crappy vision, I got progressive lenses. Also, I’m a bit of a space cadet so it took me a while to get used to them. During the getting used to period, I found I had to adjust the angle of my head in order to focus on people’s faces. That is, I had to nod up and down. That was socially weird. Please feel free to laugh about it. That’s why I described it here.
Those new lenses sound too space-age for me. I get stressed out over varifocals. Too complicated!
I just wish this chap had had such a good excuse!! It was so painful to watch… he talked to my cleavage, treating the blob that was on top of my neck and actually speaking to him as a peripheral matter of little or no import. Rude, and thoughtless, granted; but bloody funny and a decent indication if one were needed of what his thoughts were… they were lightly coated in slime, is what!
You made me laugh. The whole slime image … well … I played with that a bit. I think of mayonnaise as a fundamentally disgusting substance (which given what else looks like that really fits this whole discussion). So, I imagined his thoughts as being located just on the surface of his head. This gave me the image of a guy with lush brown hair smearing mayo on his head and then combing it through. I don’t think such an image is obviously suggested by what you said.
I’m replying to the comment you made in reply to my other comment here. I have to take a child to a birthday party soon so I don’t have time to reply on that other page. (That time constraint thing is obviously untrue. I had time to type this excuse. I sometimes like obviously untrue things. They amuse me. The birthday party thing is real though).
I have a similarly boring life. I have no clue whether I’m a Eeyore or a Kanga type. I’ve been told by people that I’m quiet and soft spoken and that I’m intimidating. I don’t see how the two fit together. I live in a little happy bubble and am only barely aware that other people even have bubbles. I don’t know what my bubble looks like from outside. But, I’ll reiterate. Yours looks cool filtered through my bubble and not having looked very carefully yet. (That doesn’t mean it won’t look even cooler if I look closer. It just means I haven’t). The people I clicked on on your blogroll look cool too. Then again, the fact that I’m here shows I’m some kind of net.nerd. Oh well. I think that’s now deemed sort of cool.
How was the party? We had one too - cake, bouncy castle and infant anarchism for two heady hours - luckily Mr Piereth was wrangling the piglet and I got to swan off into town and browse amongst the women’s notions with a friend.
The sitrep after the party was that Piereth Jnr ate 15 cocktail sausages one after another like a pork-charged howitzer and then went on the bouncy castle. Madness!
I like that we know our lives are boring and that we don’t care. Immediately conferring a patina of dash and brio on us. Hooray for that!