nine weeks of excuses

i've changed desks three times at the office.

the firewall's rules have changed more times than that.

today is st. patrick's day. a day where we all pretend to be just a little bit irish so that we all have an excuse to drink green beer until we puke green barf. it's also an excuse for office people to wear green clothes, and then talk aboot said clothing.

one of the annoying douchebags in my office has a multitude of leather jackets - all of them appear to be the exact same style (although bear in mind that i am MALE and unable to tell the subtle differences in women's clothing - that's why i shop at Old Navy) - but they're all different colours. some days we get the red leather jacket, some days back, grey, navy blue. i'm sure that her leather jackets probably reflect the mood she's in on any given morning. heck, it could just be one leather jacket that changes colour like a mood ring.

today's mood is irish, ergo today's colour is green.

and i think that the only thing funnier than a green leather jacket is series of comments that come along with that jacket. other women approach douchie to say things like "oh wow, that's quite the colour! that looks really ... nice!" - i think that's politespeak for "holy crap, you look like what happened when my dog ate that bag of spinach last spring."