I squandered my chance at magic this morning, but it happens each day in
. There is a magic moment when you can zip to the office through traffic somewhat unhindered. Houston
I slept a bit late this morning, with The Man coming to my bedside every five minutes to ask how much longer I intended to sleep – my standard answer is always “5 more minutes.” “5 more minutes” turned into an hour and a quarter this morning. Which was unfortunate, seeing that my boss’s birthday is today.
You see…I’m part of the office decorating committee. A co-worker and I (probably the only two people in our department who care about such things) decorate for each person’s birthday. This consists of some paltry streamers around the top of cubicles and balloons at each corner. Whee!
When I finally arrived at the office, my co-committee member had enlisted one of our co-workers to help decorate the cube. With orange and white streamers.
Yuck. I did not say anything, but a gay man would never decorate with orange and white. Orange and blue, maybe. Orange and purple, sure. Orange and white, never. There’s no pizzazz there.
I didn’t get to create magic today on my boss’s cubicle. I should be less gay or more punctual.