January 20, 2007

Snow balls.

I had to go to work this morning. A couple of my peers are leaving and Iím picking up the slack so that things run smoothly. In doing so I fell behind in some of my work. We also had mandatory OT for our people today due to the high volumes of inventory we have that needs to get out. Since my people were working and I was going in, I decided to follow a long-standing tradition.

I wear a kilt to work on Mandatory Saturdays.

Folks, this seemed like a good idea yesterday, but this morning I kind of regretted making it. First off, scraping the windows of my truck wearing a kilt in negative 2 degree weather is NOT fun in any shape or form. It gets hard breathing around my daddy berries. The cold hit the good time boys and they just retracted all the way up to my throat. Secondly, climbing in to my truck while wearing a kilt and not exposing yourself to the world takes some skill. When itís cold like this, it takes even more. Finally, climbing out of the truck is pretty easy, but that snowy blast on Mr. Happy was enough to make tears well up in my eyes.

Next time Iím going to think this through a little better.

Posted by Contagion in Stories about me. at January 20, 2007 12:12 PM | TrackBack


Posted by: Shadoglare at January 20, 2007 01:10 PM

Wait a second...that almost sounds like you sorta kinda complainin' about the cold! Naaa couldn't be......

Posted by: Tammi at January 20, 2007 02:40 PM

Not complaining about the cold, I thinking I should have put on underwear.

Posted by: Contagion at January 20, 2007 03:36 PM

Yeah, while the wool kilt hose go a long way, that long way is only up to the knees.

Posted by: Consul-At-Arms at January 21, 2007 09:33 AM