Girl on the Brink: Surviving Desperate Times with Desperate Measures

Boo!

The most frightening thing about health-care reform is that you might not be covered.

Sorry, not going into a diatribe about things political. Go find another blogger for that, though I do have a pictorial about health-care reform that I’m debating about posting.

I think saying important stuff with pictures is much more revealing than dropping my t’s and i’s, and the topic is critical to millions of unemployed Americans.

For now, I’ll stick with Halloween. I’m not dressing up tonight. I’d rather be naked and eat chocolate—or not.

For everyone else, it’s the one night a year when you can act like a fool and still be one; maybe like your office cubemate, whom you can’t wait to get away from after your 9-to-5 shift.

I’ve worked with some pretty weird people throughout my career, particularly a woman who’d say something to you and then, like a bolt out of the blue, she’d turn around and start doing something else. In hindsight, I think she might have had Asperger’s syndrome. She’s forgiven.

Another person I worked with had a god-awful voice. I could hear him through the drywall. His office soundtrack drove me bananas.

Then, there was this woman who was a starch fanatic. Her shirts were impeccably ironed. She had a meteoric rise at the company and then her life got twisted. She ended up doing yoga and tarot cards or something Yanni-like.

I’ve also encountered officemates who smell bad, spit food out of their mouths while talking, or don’t attend to the printer when the paper jams. That’s always annoying. They’re the same employees who barely know how to use a word-processing program. Ask them to find Notepad, and you can tell from the look on their faces that they don’t know what you’re talking about.

I imagine that Halloween is the one night they feel that they fit in.