Most of you know I started a new job with a university in Cleveland last month (hence all the traffic-complaining). And when I left my last job, I pretty much enjoyed my last day.
Long story short: our office ran a viral marketing campaign that involved a squirrel-guised comedian, and they left the costume in the office on my last day.
At first I just put on the head and gloves, but it’s hard not to put on the full costume when you have the opportunity to dress like a squirrel on your last day. So, I put on the whole get-up and ran around the office, scaring people and knocking things off their desks with my big squirrelly tail. I figured that I had spent three years being as professional as I could muster, and it was time to… go nuts?
Thankfully, my photo-friend JG documented the occasion in true pop-star studio shoot fashion. People were watching; music was blaring; wind machines were blowing. If nothing else, I have newfound respect for mascots. My face wasn’t even covered, and the tasks of squirreling around, packing my office and posing for studio photos was exhausting. When BC unzipped the costume he said he could feel the heat whoosh out. Move over Paris; that’s hot.
There were plenty more photos, but JG seems to be withholding for some reason. I’d really like to see my emotional squirrel photos, which should include snaps of Angry Squirrel, Elated Squirrel and Vogue Squirrel. But you can enjoy these shots for now…
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Not much to report from the land of Valentine’s Day. I took the whole day off any real fitness activities and, while the non-religious pope granted me a cupcake dispensation for the cupcake-necessary holiday, took a swell nap after work.
For the past several weeks I’ve had some strange digestive disorder, which has made eating solid food a painful task. And now a whole slew of things seems to be going wrong. I went to the doctor on Monday and need more tests to get to the root. As if the weather, commute and laziness weren’t hampering enough. I guess weighing my butt down with cupcake weight didn’t help. Well, maybe it does. Somehow!
