employablog

The server where all my work is just went down. It could go up at any minute, but for now, it isn’t. Since all my work is there, that is why i am here. Server-down-day tastes sweet for the moment, but like any high-interest loan, we’ll all have to pay, and the sooner, the better.

BUT

In the meantime, I saw one of the higher ups, y’know, a guy who has not only an office, but an office with windows, walking by. I see him doing normal human things over the course of a week. Eating, getting coffee, washing his hands. He’s a normal guy, glasses, wavy short hair, mid to late 30s, but today he was doing something extraordinary.

He was wearing one of the best shirts ever. I instantly saw myself in that shirt. I was wearing my silver corduroy jacket, and a stylish hat, slightly askew. I was walking somewhere, nay — ambling. That was the kind of confidence this shirt exuded.

Or I was sipping espresso at an outdoor cafe, hiding behind a pair of aviators, reading something inspiring, like The Sound and the Fury … or Penthouse.

The shirt was bright pink, just a shade below overstated. It would never be called “pastel.” It had thin striping of a lighter shade of pink, just a shade above understated, and also definitively not pastel. Moreover, this shirt was anything but neon, rather it was classy. A cafe racer would don this shirt, he’d fucking don it with aplomb. And I want to don it too.

As I watched the boss-man swish away, I wanted to call out,

“Wait .. don’t go. Let’s talk, how are you?”

I would get him to see me as an equal, I would make small talk happen readily, dancing around the weather, Fridays and the weekend. It would be such great small talk that he would thank me before leaving and then I’d say,
“Wait … one more thing — where did you GET that shirt, I must have one.”

But it was too late. He had swished away, and with that, so had my dreams of that perfect shirt swished away like so many dried leaves on a windy November hill.

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