No Name No Slogan

I have been wanting to wear a skirt to work for quite some time now (ever since it stopped being freezing butt cold), but where I work is chock full of men who act like they've never seen a woman before. It drives me crazy. I'm tired of my wardrobe. I look in my closet every morning and just think "Blech. I've worn all this stuff a million time." That's why I've been wanting to wear a skirt – just something different – but then men here can't let it go. I've worn skirts in the past (it's probably been two years) and it was just a bit uncomfortable. First, things are said and then there's the leering. And I think that going to HR is the equivalent of making a mountain of a molehill. No reason to get anyone in trouble when they're not really being threatening or anything. They just didn't get the fratboyness out in college. That's what I get for working with a bunch of engineers.

As soon as my co-worker remembers to pass along the pics she took when we went to the Zoo, I'll post all about my visit to the Detroit Zoo back on Easter Monday.

I've been culling (1st or 2nd definition) my CD collection for the past month or so trying to pick the perfect songs for a mixed CD. Smed had sent me three mixed CDs a few months back and I want to return the favor, as best I can, considering his CD collection seems to rival your local Virgin record store. I also received two from Loopy, so she's going to get one too. It's just taking me a lifetime to figure out which songs to include, although I've decided that there's going to be two CDs – one with ANGRY songs and the other with Mellow or at least not ANGRY songs. Once I figure out the songs GtG has said he'll help me burn them to CDs, as I'm absolutely positive that my POS computer is completely incapable of something so high tech. The good thing is that this is making me go through my CDs and give a listen to some I have ignored in recent memory.

This afternoon I'm going shoe shopping with the YS. She has a wedding this weekend and needs shoes. Besides dress shoes, we're going to find the New Balance store so I can get some new workout shoes. The additional 1/8" or ¼" inch of height added to my right orthotic has made it feel like I'm walking out of all my shoes, except my High-Top Chucks, of course. Even I know, however, that Chucks aren't exactly the best shoes for exercising, so I give in and wear regular tennis shoes when I work out. I was checking out the New Balance website and it reminded me that I can't stand WHITE tennis shoes which makes buying new ones really hard because 95% of tennis shoes are white. (For the record, yes, I'm old, I still call them tennis shoes.) After shoe shopping, we might do a little clothes shopping, if we have time, because we're going for sushi!!! Yummy!

I'm copying Mr. Schprock in trying to write shorter, more frequent posts. He's trying three paragraphs and he's done. I think that's a good idea, so I'm going to attempt it myself.

Oh yeah, and to answer my buddy, Dave from the comments from yesterday. A few months ago I got tired of trying to come up with descriptive titles for my posts, so I decided I would just use the title of whatever song I'm listening to at the moment. Yesterday I happened to be listening to my Gangster Fun CD. GF was a Detroit ska band back in the 90s and I loved them! The last song on their CD was called Fat Lady Skank and that's just what happened to be on when I posted. The song that was playing as I was about to post this entry was called Hey Asshole, so I thought I'd take a little longer, explain the entry titles and get to use something else, as that might be a tad offensive to some people. Actually, now that I look at the title of the song presently playing I'm not sure it's any better (Rubber Glove Seduction). Yikers. That's what I get for listening to Ministry's Side Trax