tgif: fug connections

I’m so bored at work today, so Kiki has taken pity on me and invited me to contribute to this week’s edition of TGIF. First off, I want to tell everyone how lucky I am to work in the same office as Kiki! It’s so much fun! We eat lunch together every day and make snide comments about everyone’s fugly styles. It’s kinda like having our own blog but in real-time. Kiki and I have a lot of opinions about everything, and some how our coworkers consistently deliver crazy workplace styles that need a lot of commentary. It’s surprising how much fashion road kill you can fit into one high-end design magazine office.

Sometimes it’s actually mind blowing. Like today, I’m lucky to even have any brains left, because I’m pretty sure they were all blown out the back of my head when in walked the most toxic green sun hat I have ever seen. […pause while Kiki and I attempt to locate an image of this hat on the internet…it’s not there…it would shatter cyber-space if you tried to host this image…] It’s the green of a toxic algae bloom, it’s the brim of an extra large pizza weighed down by too much ‘roni, it could be made of raffia or just polyester masquerading as raffia, it looks like something at H&M that makes you say, “This is so wrong! How can H&M get it so wrong?” but then you put it on anyways just to see if maybe you can rock it in an America’s Next Top Model Fashion Challenge kind of way. You can’t. There’s no rocking this hat. Unless of course you’re wearing it inside right now--Dear Lord, why is she wearing this hat inside???!!! (she's wearing it inside because she needs to be lifting small weights in her office??? - kiki)

I could go on about the white sun visor and leather fannypack that are happening in the office to my left and the sophomore-year-of-college-laundry-day outfits that normally appear in the office to my right. But I’ve got to save some love for next week…

Love to all my fugs,
Becca

p.s. If any of my co-workers are reading this, you better shut your mouth right now because I will not be one of those tragic young things that gets fired for blogging about work and then tries to write a book or something. That is just shameful.