sharif... he likes it!

So, I share an office with a guy named Fernando. (Yes, I am constantly asking him if he can hear the drums. He can, but chooses not to.) His desk faces the door and mine backs up to it. (This way anyone passing by can see that I'm not, in fact, working. Awesome.)

I was kind of pissed, actually, that he got the good desk, since I've been at this firm for five years and he only started three weeks ago. I thought for sure my friends in-house would hook me up.

They totally didn't.

Anyway, Fernando and I got into a discussion one day about the desk setup and I told him it was wikkid unfair that he got the good desk. He, not being an idiot, agreed.

Luckily, in retaliation for having the shit desk, I get to control the white board behind it -- the one poor Fernando has to look at all day long. It's got our office address on it, the numbers of some servers or something (marked, in really crappy handwriting, with "please don't erase"), a photo of Omar Sharif, and what I would consider "the battleground."

Whenever Fernando says something about me that I don't particularly care for, I write that it's not true, that he stinks and then I provide Sharif's opinion on the matter.

So the other day, when he told me that my skirt (which I made myself, thankyouverymuch) made me look kind of tarty, the whiteboard had to show my disapproval:

Fernando and I may, in fact, be perfect roommates for one another. We write passive-aggressive songs about the things we don't like about each other -- for example, "Hey Fernando, Your Curry Smells Like Armpit" or "Kate Stinks A Lot After The Gym" and our non-passive-aggressive favorite, "It's Time For Pitted Dates."

I'm not sure there are many other people here who would fully appreciate the beauty and genius, then, that is Sharif's Halloween Costume:

Thank god for Fernando, and happy halloween!