Saturday, January 24, 2009

I So Want To Live There

Alert reader, Kath, provided the above picture today. Interestingly timed around my birthday...which brings to mind the year that I had just begun working for the ORGANIZATION THAT DOES NOT HATE FREEDOM. I was new to the job and trying to prove myself as a young professional. On my birthday, I went to work (likely in an ill-fitting Kasper suit) and about midway through the day, the administrative assistant presented me with a fax that had been sent to my attention. It was from Kath and had only four words on the entire page. In a huge font, it declared:


Because my mother taught me proper etiquette, I faxed a thank you note to her at her office later that day. It read (in equally huge letters):



Ri said...

...d'you know how 'not normal' you are?


SO not normal...

Anonymous said...

Nice post, shithead.

My favorite local example is lovely Camp Ramsbottom:

I know I am bad.

dilettante07 said...

Her lack of normalcy is why we love her!!

I mean, who doesn't love a gal who invites people to kiss her...(deleted because I have some sense of decency) after a couple o' beers?

dilettante07 said...

PS--I once worked with a guy named Mr. Dikshit. hee hee heehahaharhar hee hee ho hoho cough cough snort.

He loved me.

Kathleen said...

Dilettante07 -- a) only when they deserve it and b) how have you never shared the gem about Mr. Dikshit? You can kiss my O.R.

Kathleen said...

Anonymous -- that is fantastic.

dilettante07 said...

Both Mr. Dikshit and his counterpart, P.U. Asnani, were solid waste experts. The third person in their little team was a Mr. Compos.

You can't make this up.

I also worked with a male named Bimbo.

See why I love international development?!

Kathleen said...

Dilettante07 - that is comedy gold. International Development rocks.