Friday, February 17, 2012

Khakis Will Kill your Soul & your Sense of Empathy

I am dressed like an adult today. What I mean by this statement is that I'm wearing a minimum of black, and I'm not dressed like I stole the clothes off some poor girl who discovered 80s punk and 90s grunge fashions at the same time. Also, I'm wearing khakis. In my mind, khakis are the epitome of "adult/business casual fashion"; pants that are so dull, uninspired and boring that the only rational reason anyone could have for wearing them is as part of a uniform.

I have to wear them to work, because I was asked specifically to wear khakis and not jeans (even though everyone ELSE gets to wear jeans, including the owner). They "look more professional," I was told. I've decided that "looking more professional" is code for "looking like your soul and sense of induviduality has been crushed." Think I'm exaggerating for the sake of comedy? Next time you're in Target, take a good, hard look at the employees and tell me they don't look like their souls have been slowly ground down into a fine dust.

I'm also wearing some blue.

Along with this pathetic excuse of an ensamble I have a sinus infection that has blessed me with new bestie and constant companion I like to call Stephen the headache. I hate Stephen, but over the past 4 days, he's been disturbingly loyal.

This has made me very grumpy. Kick a baby grumpy. Hate on laughing children, and frolicking kittens, and singing nuns grumpy. I'm also fairly certain that after 4 consecutive days of having a migraine, I am no longer legally responsible for my actions. If you have a baby, or a laughing child, or a frolicking kitten, or a singing nun you'd like kicked, now is the time to ask.

I'll even wear my khakis while I do it. You know. So, it looks nice and professional.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

wow... you update the comic more often then your blog ;)

I'm still out here >:)

Liam Kendrick