the perils of getting dressed in the dark no.225 in a series.

Fact 1: I had an 08:00 meeting today (and another one tomorrow,
goddamnthefrench), and so had to leave the house at 06:45.
Fact 2: the SO's lot are on strike today, but she's not in the union,
so she's "working from home" which meant she wasn't getting up/didn't
need a cup of tea etc./definitely didn't want the curtains opened.

Net Result of facts 1 and 2: I got dressed in the dark.

Peril discovered when: taking the first piss of the morning
Description of Peril: boxers on back to front.

d'oh!

 

Thanks for this pearl of info Rope...

 

We once had a slaes rep that came to visit us & he had odd shoes on ffs


Of course he got the business & the piss taken.

Granted they where very similar, but not the same.

Nige

 

'ang on - I thought the French didn't get in til gone 9, and spent the
first hour shaking each others' hands and drinking coffee?

heh. I'd be lying I said I hadn't made the same mistake in the past.
Tho, as I wear what I believe are known as 'trunks', back to front has
no functional impact when taking a piss.
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Easily remedied. Different coloured shoes, not so easy.

 

you total ****!

 

No, but that's an extremely accurate description of the Italians. Of
couse it was also accompanied by hugging and kissing [1] if they
hadn't seen the colleague in a while.

P.

[1] male on male, which was somewhat disconcerting at first for a
North of England Comprehensive educated Brit.

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique,
typed

Key fact to remember here: No tongues.

 

<wince>

I once went to work wearing odd shoes, but at least they were both
black. It did get spotted, and the piss was ripped. I was able to
reposte with 'I've got another pair just like this at home'.
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I've done that. very similar black ankle boots but one was slightly
more pointy than the other.

no-one noticed until I pointed it out to them and then they chortled.

I've also done the blue pin stripe jacket with grey pin stripe
trousers when getting dressed in the dark.

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<G> I quite liked that.

 

Pff. You mean 9h30am.

I don't see the problem though.

 

Some of us are already working by 8 am, TYVM.

D.

 

I'm a school caretaker and deliberately wear different coloured laces,
red and green, in my boots. Kids love it when they point it out.

It's also an easy way to remember port and starboard ...

 

when I'm in Paris, I do tend to be in the office by 08:00, mainly
because I don't sleep much and don't feel the need to hang around in
the Hotel.

There are always a few others there, but - without wanting to pander
to stereotypes - people do spend the next 2.5 hours coming into the
office, and doing the handshake/kissy thing. And then they all go to
lunch at 12:00.

 

I can't conceive how this would happen. All my shoes are arranged
neatly in pairs in my dressing room, and no two pairs are sufficiently
similar that I could possibly mix them up anyway.

 

why would you have "very similar black ankle boots"? Hang on, don't
bother answering that.

but...but...but...don't you hang all your matching suit tops/bottoms
on a single hanger per suit?

You know, sometimes OCD is an advantage.

 

Well it'll never happen to me. I've got two pairs of shoes: one 'dress'
leather, the other trainers.

Sometimes, asceticism rocks.

D.

 

Yeah, it's a bit of a cliché but with some basis in truth. Look at it
this way (as I did when working in IT): you're getting anally raped to
make some bunch of shareholders repellently rich. **** 'em if they want
you to work from 8 am to 9 pm.

I once got hauled into my manager's office for a dressing down as I'd
been 'spotted' riding out of the company carpark at 7 pm. I was called
'un fumiste' (=~ 'a slacker'). The fact that I'd arrived at six-thirty
am, didn't impress him.

My letter of resignation was on his desk an hour later.

Fuckin' capitalists. Hang the bastards from the nearest tree. Every
single fucking one of them.

D.

 

I bet he didn't think it would work that easily.