Pink and McDreamy

Today was a crazy day. The only pink that I wore was on my fingernails, my toenails and on my wrist. When this happens, I get remarks such as, “Carly, you’re not wearing pink!” (I think that I would have noticed my lack of pink in the morning) or “Where’s the pink, Carly?”. My favorites include, “You must be sick, Carly, you’re not wearing any pink” or “Carly, are you insane? Where is the pink?” Correct me if I am wrong, but would one be considered insane if they wore pink everyday rather than the opposite? It should be a sign of sanity when I don’t wear pink. I was also told today that it is only okay for girls under the age of nine to wear pink. My response to this was that I am short.

They moved my desk today. I sent a couple on evil glares toward Caryl, but then I got over it. Many people commented on my move. Marisol said that she was surprised to see McDreamy on the wall of a cubicle and then realized that it belonged to me. Josh asked me why they moved me over here, to which I responded, “They didn’t like me over there.” He replied with, “What made them think that it would be any different over here?” (cue the sad face) “I am going to have to go to the top on this one.” This is the treatment that I get at work; I guess they appreciate all the humor I provide for them. Even if it in referring to my body (in the most modest way).