Tuesday, January 21, 2003

That was disturbing…. I just

That was disturbing....

I just finished a short meeting when my supervisor came by my cube to check in on a project I’ve been handling.  She’s very sharp and has great institutional memory; she’s been with this program nearly 25 years, since it started.  But sometimes her conversation seems to wander, and she uses a lot of words to express small ideas, so it can be tough to follow her when she speaks at length, as she was doing just now.  What made it worse was her shirt: she’s a golfer and usually wears golf shirts, t-shirts from courses or polo-type shirts with golf themes embroidered on them.  Today she’s wearing one I don’t think I’ve seen before - a black polo with a small embroidered square over the left breast, in which a white-gloved mickeymouse hand is reaching down to place a golf ball on a tee.  This golf ball is right over her nippular area, and it just looks like somebody’s tweaking her as she stands there discussing monitoring followups and her neice’s college options.  And the conversation weaves and veers as she adds sentence to sentence, and all I can think is, purple nurple...