faster pussycat... type! type!

I just got out of a meeting, the Training Committee. This is my favorite committee. Others have come and gone, I've dropped out of others, but I love the Training Committee. Essentially, I get to shop. We noticed we were losing wasting a lot of training budget by not using it. So we started the committee in order to find out what we really needed, continuously educationwise, and then spend our budget to get it. Plus, being on the committee, I get to push, just a little tiny bit, for the things I want.

So I was sitting in the meeting, about to give my feedback about some training I just sat through, and I reached up to scratch my left shoulder. I am wearing a tshirt from Target... some boys shirt with a bit of a bobby brady stripe to it. And, most importantly, no tag. It's tagless. I think that is part of it's charm. I just liked the stripe. So I reached up and scratched my shoulder and I felt stitching.

me: do I have my shirt on inside-out?
everyone else: [together] YES.
me: [laughing] I do?! That's AWESOME!!
Lloyd: no.. it's not really awesome. [[then does the pantomime of "I am a tard" that is universally accepted within our team]] "My name is Jodi... I'm a tard."
me: no, it IS awesome. I am such a dork, and that's awesome. [leans down to check out sneakers, making sure she is wearing two blue ones, and not one blue and one black.]

I refused to bite at the "jodi's a tard" bait that Lloyd was flinging my way. Poor guy, it was finally his chance to give instead of receive. And I wouldn't let him. Then I got back to my desk. And I realized that I am an April Fool's Prank GENIUS. I played a prank on myself by putting my shirt on inside-out. It's BRILLIANT because I never would have suspected me.