Workplace Halloween Shenanigans

Well friends, another Halloween has come and gone.  Candy is handed out, children are hyper and feeling the sugar hangover everywhere and the costumes are put away.  It’s a rather melancholy feeling when you say goodbye to such a fun holiday every year.  I love Halloween and have since I was a little kid.  I look forward to it just as much as Christmas every year.  Who doesn’t love an excuse to dress up in a costume and parade around like it’s totally normal?  I fight the temptation throughout the rest of the year to dress up and wander into the workplace and just be like, “What’s up?  Yeah, that’s right.  Today, I’m Batman.”  Ah…to live the dream.

But anyway, I’ve wandered from the point.  This year was no different and I rose quite early on Friday morning to put my costume together.  I chose to be Medusa this year and let me tell you, applying little rubber/plastic snakes to long, semi-curly hair is not an easy thing to do.  The boyfriend was not impressed when I woke him up on the only morning he gets to sleep in and asked him to assist me with this task.  In fact, the boyfriend stood there and watched me in confusion while I ended up completing the task anyway, blinking in the light before I sent him back to bed.  I did feel bad about that.  I got dressed in my pretty black toga that my

This was the winner of top prize this year, a dead bride complete with skull for husband and dying rose bouquet

friend helped me put together and I put on some sandals and did my makeup before I headed out to the car.

DAMN! It was effing cold that morning.  I was basically wearing a sheet and sandals and it must have been zero degrees Celsius.  But I powered through and made it to the office, eager to see my co-workers’ costumes for the day.  Some of them I knew of ahead of time and others were a marvelous surprise.

Below are some pictures of the excellent creations of the day.  The complete list of costumes were as follows: Death (with awesome red eyes), Medusa (that was me), a dead bride (see picture on right), an army person, Linda Blair’s character from the Exorcist, a Gypsy, a Biker, a Leafs fan (Go Leafs!), a Grecian Princess, a Throw Rug (she threw a rug at you), Charlie Brown, a psycho with a cleaver, a flapper girl, a Plaintiff (we work in a law firm, a cat, and some kind of person with a dead child of some sort on their back (I never received the full explanation of this costume.  Oh, and the ultimate awesome for the day, a Irish Press person/Leprechaun/We weren’t sure exactly what except that his pants were too tight.  See photo at bottom.

Me and the ever awesome Stacey, sporting the Death and Medusa look. Inset are her red eyes and the snakes in my hair.







And now, folks, for the grand finale.  The epic tight pants.  Awesome costume, we were all loving it.  I give you IT Mike:

How he managed to function in those pants, we will never know. A brave man going the distance for Halloween. I'm reminded of Howard from The Big Bang Theory.


An Odd Victory

A disclaimer for those of you about to read this story.  If you are in a workplace, probably it’s best if you don’t read it here.  It’s not really that bad, but still, just in case.  I’m marking this as NSFW (not suitable for work).  You have been warned!!

Today was kind of an odd day.  First of all, I like my Sundays to consist of me sitting on the armchair in the living room, watching movies all day, snacking and not leaving the house for anything.  Those Sundays are my very favourite ones and I relish them when they come along.

Sadly, today was not one of those days.  I had to get up, shower, get dressed, do the makeup thing and then head out to pick up a friend and then drive to our hometown for a bridal shower for a friend we went to grade/high school with.   Just so you have a background on my experience with these sorts of things, this was possibly only the fourth wedding/bridal shower that I’ve ever been to in my entire life.  It was at the house of someone I didn’t know (worked with the mother of the bride) and there were a lot of people there that I didn’t know.  There were, however, many of my friends that I went to high school with, some of which I hadn’t seen in a while, so that was awesome.

In case you weren’t aware, generally at these types of things, there are girly kinds of games that everyone participates in and the winner gets prizes.  This shower was no exception.  The first game involved someone reading a list of typical things contained in a woman’s purse and the person who had the most matches won.  Me being me, I didn’t have very many.  I have a huge purse and there are lots of things in it, but they’re weird.  Instead of lipstick, bandaids, and a lint roller, I have a box of Wonka Nerds, a giant notebook filled with random writing ideas and three or four packs of batteries for my camera, just in case.  So no, this was not my shower game victory for the day.

The second game of the day was one where you had fifteen seconds to reach into a bag and feel around, trying to think of as many things as you could feel and write them all down.  Again, whomever had the most won the prize.  I didn’t win this game either.  I knew what many of the objects were when I felt them, but after my fifteen seconds were up, I pretty much forgot everything I’d touched.

So at this point, I had resigned myself to being neither girly enough nor having a good enough memory span to win a prize.  However, when the next game was announced, I thought I would perhaps have a shot.  This is where it gets a little risque, folks.  It seemed a little odd to go from the mundane and generic first two games to this final one, but I took it in stride and was determined to win a prize.

What was this game, you ask?  What kind of activity could it be to get such a confused response from my fellow shower guests and myself?  We were asked to make a penis.  Yes, that’s right.  We were all handed an unformed lump of PlayDoh and told to make the most realistic penis we could manage, the best one being judged by the maid of honour and the woman running the games.  If the makers of PlayDoh only knew what their product was being used for, I wonder what they would say.

And so, I immediately set to work on mine, crafting it to perfection and putting it on the little card with my name on it, hoping for a win.  There was much deliberation and eventually, it was down to two, mine and someone else’s creation.  The mother of the bride was called over to make the final decision and, lo and behold, I WON!!  Yes, that’s right, mine was the best PlayDoh Penis out of all of them.  I had never felt such pride and accomplishment (at a wedding shower, that is).  I did a little mental jig of celebration and then chose a nice little orange  Pashmina-style scarf as my prize.

A visual representation of my mental victory jig

Below you can see all the competition and the triumphant winner.  An odd victory, but a victory nonetheless!

All the final game contestant pieces (mine is circled near the bottom)