"Does anybody still wear a hat?"
Mad props and respect to Sondheim for today's title.
It popped into my head today whilst I was viewing pictures from the Kentucky Derby. All hat pictures. Is one required to wear a hat at the Derby?
I only pose this question so that in the event I actually achieve my post-grad goal of winning the lottery and living as a dilettante for the rest of my days, I'll be properly attired for an outing at Churchill Downs.
Despite all of the nasty (understatement) history that's associated with the South, nothing would thrill me more than wearing a silly hat and drinking a mint julep at the Derby. Because I can. Or will. Eventually. Hopefully.
My current goal is to send out at least one resume a day until I have a new job. While my current job is nowhere close to the atrocities suffered at MoMis or The Evil Place (see summers of 2005 and 2004 respectively as I have neither the time nor the patience to provide proper linkage), it is verging on an appropriate nickname. "The Office" on Crack sounds good, but gives this place too much credit. It makes it sound like this place is funny. And it is not.
Like how we were about to start a construction project next week. We had utility accounts set up. The HVAC is currently in transit to the opposite coast. We finally executed the lease and we were about to send it. Just now, my boss told me that we're killing the whole project. Immediately. The CEO saw the site and hates it. Everything has to be canceled ASAP. Gotta go and take care of some crap.
Laters.
It popped into my head today whilst I was viewing pictures from the Kentucky Derby. All hat pictures. Is one required to wear a hat at the Derby?
I only pose this question so that in the event I actually achieve my post-grad goal of winning the lottery and living as a dilettante for the rest of my days, I'll be properly attired for an outing at Churchill Downs.
Despite all of the nasty (understatement) history that's associated with the South, nothing would thrill me more than wearing a silly hat and drinking a mint julep at the Derby. Because I can. Or will. Eventually. Hopefully.
My current goal is to send out at least one resume a day until I have a new job. While my current job is nowhere close to the atrocities suffered at MoMis or The Evil Place (see summers of 2005 and 2004 respectively as I have neither the time nor the patience to provide proper linkage), it is verging on an appropriate nickname. "The Office" on Crack sounds good, but gives this place too much credit. It makes it sound like this place is funny. And it is not.
Like how we were about to start a construction project next week. We had utility accounts set up. The HVAC is currently in transit to the opposite coast. We finally executed the lease and we were about to send it. Just now, my boss told me that we're killing the whole project. Immediately. The CEO saw the site and hates it. Everything has to be canceled ASAP. Gotta go and take care of some crap.
Laters.
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