Chaos..."for reals"

First let's start with my ride in the elevator.

A seemingly normal gentleman

 told me that my stockings and shoes made him "blush"

I'm not even sure what that means.

I wasn't going for a sexy librarian, naughty schoolgirl or

as one lady put it "madmen-inspired" look today.

Here's the super boring Truth - 

Rumor has it that this is one

of the last cool days of the season

so I'm embracing closed-toe shoes and tights.

I happen to be doing it nice and conservatively with a '40s flair.

That's all folks. 

Next let's discuss the term "for reals"

If you are older than 8 years old, please refrain from using it.

Now.

I mean it. It makes no sense. It's poor English.

And it's driving me BATTY!

Lastly, my life is chaotic.

Really chaotic.

Too many deadlines, responsiblities and people to please.

Did you notice my desk?  A. Riduculous. Mess.

Only good thing waiting to be finished is the drink

within the Starbuck's cup. See it?

I have to write. Organize. Coordinate. Hand-hold.

So to the person on the other end of the

telephone line who said,

"Oh you're busy? Don't you all just put your feet up and

talk to others in the "comms" department?"

This post is for you.

And since I'm in a mood caused by fashion-lacking, poor English-speaking

rude people you can do what you will with it.

"For Reals"