Things I’m going to miss about this place Volume 2

We have officially started marking our count down to departure in week format, I cannot wait, and loathe leaving in one fell swoop of emotion.

For those of you who are new here check this out to start..oh…sorry… different universe there for a second, and NO I DON’T WATCH 'LOST'…

Purse girl, the dude and techie geeks:

So the building houses a techie geek factory and I mean this with love. They are some of the most eclectic individuals I get to run into on a daily basis. These particular techie geeks make video games, and on occasion I have seen them wearing full spandex suits all teched out running around the parkade testing what I can only assume to be human movement and converting it into computer form. The little geek girl in me swoons at their.. ahem.. technology.

Every Tuesday  I manage to ride the elevator with the snack replenisher man with his palate, I am dead serious- it almost takes ½ of the elevator  of free for them lucky fuckers goodies of fruit, chips, chocolates, pop, and oodles more.  Then in the summer months every Friday is a BBQ & Beer bash. Trust me when I tell you that for the past 2 ½ years I have looked into every angle on how I could go and work for this company even though I have absolutely no credentials to do so.

They also seem to cause hysterical generational behaviour in a few of my co-worker because of how they like to dress. I personally take no issue with this, however I do take great pleasure in watching my coworkers nearly stroke out over their chosen apparel and piercings.

You see from what I can tell, their office dress code is casual, which means you see a lot of T-shirts, shorts, sandals, long hair, tattoos and piercings , lots and lots of piercings. These things alone can be enough to set the boiler with this crowd, but there are two individuals that set them over the top.

The girl who wears purses for hats. Yup, every colour, shape, size , she has made them all into hats. This dog one is also one of her favorites. Her outfits are colorful, and mulitlayered. She's thin as a stick and pretty to boot! I am in serious awe of this young woman because not only is she crafty, but she has the cahonna's and confidence to pull it all off- Well!

The dude with the skirt: This guy is about 6 feet 2 inches tall built like a brick shit house and looks like a biker you would not want to mess with. Most of the time he wears a black motorcycle jacket, dark shades, his hair pulled back in a ponytail, and Doc Marten Boots ( I loves me some Doc Martens). So you can imagine my surprise the first time I saw him wearing a longish jean skirt with faux leather panelling. Now I have heard of Skirts for Men before, but this guy is the LAST person I would ever bet, ok maybe this is why I suck at gambling would ever wear a skirt. 

It is rather amusing for me to watch the generational boiler reach maximum capacity while either or heaven help me if both of them happen to be on the elevator at the same time. Once they get off, the spewing starts, "What is with your generation? Can't they fucking dress properly? What is that? That is not work attire? I think he got a new piercing!" and and and and until one day....

I must admit, that this particular event makes me smile each and every single time, because without fail, it always happens the same way.

P.S. I have tried covertly to  get a picture of said skirt, without him so much as glancing my way- however the dude is scary and the last thing I need is him hearing me with my cell phone trying to explain that I just want to blog about his skirt. Something tells me that wouldn't go over well.

AA