Lady Starlight Goes Postal! At work...How appropriate!
Every now and then (about once a month, actually), I feel the need to take a temper tantrum at work. I leave it to you to figure out why this is the chosen time interval. Suffice it to say that I feel it is my God given right as a female to do so. I felt such a need today. I suppose that hormones could be partially responsible, but I prefer to think that my tantrum was 100% justified. Allow me to explain... Standing a mere fraction of an inch over five feet, I am quite short. So short, in fact, that most clothing designed for "petites" is still to long for me. My jeans are all frayed at the bottom from dragging on the ground. Therefore, it stands to reason that anything designed for your average sized adult is going to be quite uncomfortable for me. I now take you to the parking lot of the post office. For four days I had been stuck driving one of those lovely loaner vehicles while mine was having routine maintainence done. These vehicles all have the new lumbar support seats installed in them. Most employees find these new seats quite comfortable, but most employees are not little runts like me! For me these new seats are sheer torture. First of all, the so called support cushion hits me in the wrong place, causing me to wiggle and squirm all day long in the hope of finding a comfortable position. But the main problem with these new seats is that they are at least an inch longer and higher than the old ones. The result of this is that even with the seat all the way forward, I can barely get my foot on the accelerator. Stretch those legs! OUCH! Charleyhorse! Two years ago, while doing said routine maintainence, they put one of those seats in my vehicle. I pitched a fit back then, and got them to put one of the old style seats back into my vehicle. I was quite relieved when I was told that I would be getting my own vehicle back today. My joy was short lived. As I approach my beloved 926, I see it! They've put one of those awful new seats in my vehicle...AGAIN! Hence, my temper tantrum. I was justified, I tell you! I really think that all of the shrimps like me in the world should band together and form our own organization, The International Society of Short People! We can use these song lyrics as our motto: Don't tell me I'm small, An inch too short. I might not be your size, but I'm sure great And definitely underpaid!
Since he is the author of the lyrics that we will be using as our motto. I think it only fitting that this man be our "poster boy."
