Monday, April 30, 2007

Ballers Use Tide, not the Tide Pen

Note to the reader: I'm a bit sick today, so I'm sure the following lacks that solid C+ effort that readers have come to expect from Sesquipedalis, but at the moment I don't think I care. I might come back and fix it up sometime, but between you and me I don't see it happening.

My office is in one of the high rises downtown which is filled with lawyers, tax accountants, advertisers, and other "important" people who are usually dressed in a tie and jacket with a bluetooth headset and look that says, "I've got somewhere to be". The lobby is full of people hustling and bustling, and that "time is money" attitude. Of course this is all a stark contrast from the fifteenth floor upon which I reside from 8:30 till 5:30 every day.

Sure we have deadlines, and probably more bluetooth accessories than the rest of the building combined, but it's not like we need the ear piece. We're a bunch of nerdy software developers. Nobody is calling except for maybe mom to "check in on her little boy". We've got a pretty laid back attitude around the place, and it helps to create a nice work atmosphere.

One of the best perks of working where I do is that there isn't really a dress code, which means that nine times out of ten I show up to work in a plain white T-shirt and jeans. It's simple, it's basic, but it's me. We get a lot of stares and looks when we get in the elevator, but most of us are used to the "you don't belong" look that we've seen since before high school. In fact, most of my people have long since either embraced it, or become completely oblivious.

On Friday Sean and I went to lunch at a little Mexican place in downtown Phoenix, and being dexterous eater that I am I spilled enchilada sauce on my T-shirt. For some reason it was actually a little embarrassing(As if the way I'm normally dressed isn't embarrassing).

"Oh, here, I can fix that for you baller" Sean said later in the day as he picked up an orange dry-erase marker from my white board and removed the cap. He pointed the tip towards me as he approached.

"Woah..." I protested for a moment, only to relent moments later with a shrug of the shoulders. "Screw it, it's Friday, what've you got?"

We all had a good laugh as I ran around the office looking as though I had misplaced my helmet, but then it hit me, "I've still got to leave the office." I was positive that I'd run in to Linda or some other girl on my way down, but luckily the only person was the security guard, and she actually told me she thought it was cool.

I actually ended up wearing the shirt most of the day, and to Sean's credit, nobody noticed the stain.

Feel free to read more on Sean's very own Blarrg:


  1. I keep telling you, you should have let me finish it by giving it your haircut. The result would have been ten times more funny. I really cant think of anything more funny than a piss poor "caricature" (if you can even call it that) of yourself, on yourself...Readers, for a view of how much funnier it all could have been, go here:

  2. I think you were wearing that the last time I saw you...

  3. Hey Baller, put that t-shirt on Ebay before you throw it in the wash and ruin the smiley.

  4. Awesome! However Sean needed to write "I go down" below the smiley face. =D