i’d just like to take a moment to express just how much i hate those little, skinny women in the office. you know the ones i mean. the little, skinny women who wear sweaters all year long because they are always cold.
sally: “i’m so cold!”
susan: “me too. someone turn up the heat”
clarissa: “please don’t, i’m just comfortable.”
sally: “but i’m so cold!”
clarissa: “you can put on a sweater if you’re cold. i can’t take off my shirt if i’m too hot.”
susan: “we’ll just turn it up a little bit.”
sally: “yes, it’s so cold!”
clarissa: “*sigh*”
alternately:
betty: “ooh, it’s chilly outside!”
tina: “what’s the temperature?”
betty: “i don’t know. 25?”
tina: “oh no! i didn’t bring a sweater!”
clarissa (thinking): “i’m going to kill them. kill them dead.”
ack, don’t kill me!!
i don’t care if people are skinny in the “eat what i like i’ll never gain weight”, what i really hate is the “i can’t have fun! do you realise how many calories there ARE in fun??” type of people. :)
i have no problem with skinny people in general. it’s just that those always cold office women are invariable rail thin. they just seem to go together.
you’re safe, andrea. *tossing her a sweater*
thanks, heather. i was *freezing* in here.
*pulling on sweater over the polar fleece i’m already wearing*
i have a flannel button up shirt stashed in my cube — does this mean that i’m part-skinny woman?
andy’s a woman!
andy’s a woman!!
we’ll call him annie then…
woohoo!
(i think…)
actually, on the other hand, i do bring a sweatshirt to work. but so does everyone else. that’s because the a/c in this office makes your hands turn purple and your skin go numb. sometimes on a morning we find the corpses of colleagues who worked late and died of hypothermia. most people take breaks every hour or so to go outside and warm up, during summer. and i’m not even joking about that last one. :)