I don't claim to be even remotely grounded or normal. In fact, just the opposite. I am fully aware that I am frivolous, ridiculous, naive, and indulgent. Every day is a parade... big floats, marching bands, someone throwing candy. Life is good. Some may say this puts me in an odd position to "labeling" my co-workers as nut jobs.
That is fine.
But, I disagree.
You see, take my co-worker, C., who brings her ukulele to work and sings her made up songs to anyone who will listen at the noon hour. Then asks if I can "lock" up her soprano ukulele in my locked desk to ensure it's safety. Mind you, this is the very same girl who reminds me of those scary actors on Yo Gabba Gab&a or Sesame Stre@t. You know the ones whose eyes become as large as dinner plates and the "fake" excitement is thicker than molasses in January when some purple dinosaur freak gives them a helping hand fixing their bike tire... that's my girl... did I mention the fact she is a truly brilliant genius yet socially awkward beyond belief.
She has a website... I am dying to know who sang her duet with her. If you want the link... let me know. I'm just not posting it here.
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