I was sitting here trying to imagine what I would look like in black and white on the cover of Esquire. Thanks to Photofunia and Jung, the person that showed me the site, I don’t have to try too hard to picture it.
There are tons of templates, a few I’ve already played with, and some I checked out today (the two pics posted). Visit the site sometime. It’s good for some laughs and the ego as well.
The rules when it comes to multiple people requesting off on the same day are: only one person on the same bench is allowed to take off. A maximum of two people are allowed to take vacation on the same day.
My co-worker had two strikes against her when she asked to take a vacation day on her birthday. Someone had already requested off before she did, and that person is on the same bench. It’s not the best pre-birthday news, so I tried to think of something that would get her special day off to a great start.
Rarely do I ever blush, but this was a moment that had my cheeks turning as supposedly hot as a Beckham underwear ad. Yeah, like burning.
Before obtaining my current laboratory position, I went to a couple interviews outside of Houston. One research opening led me to College Station. For the interview, I decided on wearing a zippered conservative grey dress, with a very non-conservative slit in the back. A bright red over-sized belt helped define my waist and added a bit of color to my ensemble. It was a pretty sharp outfit.
After all my official business was over, it began raining which forced me to stay the night at a buddie’s house. Driving in the dark and in the rain was not something The Taurus was capable of doing, so my buddy put some clean sheets on the bed as I began looking through the current issue of Men’s Health. One perk of having male friends interested in their appearance is the fact that many of them subscribe to MH, which I actually enjoy more than Women’s Health.
I lied down on the floor with my stomach on the carpet and head facing away from the kitchen. As he was finishing up prepping the room for me, I started picking out the recipes, tips, and gear that may actually be pertinent to a woman. The bed was now made, and my host comes out to tidy up the mess in the kitchen left after our pizza dinner. We begin chatting about the stuff I’m reading. I ask him questions about what the author wrote. “Is this true for all guys?” I tell him stuff that is total bologna. “This guy’s an idiot. Women totally do not like that.” I give him a little verification when the writers get something correct. “Wow, that is so true. Listen to this…”
This goes on for about 15 minutes while the water runs, until he finally finishes washing the dishes. Since it’s already been established I’m a wiggler, I uncross my legs in order to cross them again in the opposite direction. A weird sensation of air blows across areas below my waist that should be covered enough to not feel air. Thinking that was a bit odd, I reach across my back and place my hand near the slit of my dress. The top of the slit is near my lower back, so I move my hand a bit lower.
