I've been on an 80's music kick lately.
It all started with my friend H. She has CallerTunes on her cell phone, and it plays "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey. After rocking out to it several times, I thought, "Gee, I like Journey. I should listen to them more often."
I set up a Journey radio station on Pandora. Have you met Pandora? She's great. It's this little little website where you enter an artist or song you like, and it plays music similar. The Journey station is like an 80's dance party, 24-7.
This morning I sat down at my desk and turned on Pandora. I was listening while working, and I noticed that a song by Whitesnake came on. Pandora shows the album art for the current song, and I noticed that Whitesnake seemed to look a little . . . well . . . odd.
I did a Google Image search of "Whitesnake" and this came up:
After my initial reaction of "GAACK" (that was me choking on my Corn Pops) and hysterical giggling, several comments came to mind."Does that guy really think that PINK shirt is enhancing his masculity? 'Cause to me it looks like he's just wearing it open to prove that he is, in fact, boobless." "Wow. Are the tough looks supposed to distract me from the hair?" "That guy in the back looks like his head exploded." But mostly, "Oh my gosh! Does Farrah Fawcett know these guys stole her hairdo?!?!"
I continued with my search, and I found this gem:
Oh, so much fodder here. The stretch striped pants with the chain belt? The Bedazzled pants? It's like Richard Simmons, David Bowie and early Sarah Jessica Parker on crack. And again, the hair! It's got to be a fire hazard.
I know it was the 80's. Hair was big, and pants were (apparantly) skintight. Plus, they're British. But still. And you thought you were embarrased by your 80's pictures!
I did a search for the lead singer of Whitesnake, David Coverdale. I found this:
Oooh, now he's mooching looks of Julia Roberts!
And this:
Hey! Now's he's moving in on my territory! I have those same bangs!
Anyway, my David Coverdale search led me to my new favorite website.
http://menwholooklikeoldlesbians.blogspot.com
I'm telling you, this baby will provide hours of entertainment.
One of my co-workers quit her job on Monday.
It's made for a crazy busy week. I haven't been this busy in the entire time I've worked there. But I'm having so much fun!
There was some tension between this co-worker and the rest of us (understatement of the year). Okay, it was a lot of tension. Frankly, this woman wasn't very fun to work with. She's a great person - she's nice and funny and thoughful - but she's hell on a work environment. Since I'm the boss' daughter, she was nicer to me than everyone else, but I still fell victim to her condescending, control-freak ways on more than on occasion.
I have mixed feelings about her leaving. On one hand, hallelujah! I've noticed in the last week that even though I'm so much busier, I'm also enjoying myself a whole lot more. On the other hand, I'm sad that this is how it had to turn out. I'm sad that it got so bad she had to leave.
In some ways, I feel kind of responsible. I could have been more understanding, I could have tried to be more of a mediator. Instead, I got sucked into the drama and ended up complaining about her with everyone else. I should have stood up for my self and others when she treated us poorly. I kind of think she wasn't even aware she was doing it. Maybe she could have changed.
I doubt it, though. She's not really a change kind of person. So while I'm feeling bad, I'm also just barely resisting the urge to dance around singing, "Ding-dong, the witch is dead!"
Sure, I could take the high road, but where's the fun in that?
P.S. - Co-Worker, if you're reading this, I'm sorry things worked out the way they did. I wish only the best for you. I genuinely like you. But frankly, you're kind of a nightmare to work with. But I still love you! Just from a distance.
