Um, who are you and why are you posting here?

(Helping or hurting, Elsa? Helping or hurting?)

Isn't this the zombie kitten site? Where everyone plays whiffle ball and hates oregano?

Hey, whatever happened to occhiblu? Anyone seen occhiblu lately?

Also, it wasn't a "Oh, didn't recognize you for a second there, sorry" sort of not-recognizing. He queried me thoroughly about where I worked and if I had been in the building before, and remained extremely unconvinced when I said that I'd been working here for two months. (He was nice about it, and he apologized, but I really don't think he believed me.)

I've talked to this man several times in the elevator. I specifically smile, make eye contact, and say hello to him every morning when I come in.

Sigh. Is this what they mean about women suddenly becoming invisible when they hit a certain age?

No, I bet all your swimming and yoga is paying off, and you're looking different, and he's like, whoa, who is that new hot babe in the office.

I rarely got stopped by the security people at DumbCo, but I'm fairly sure they were stoned a lot of the time. (there's a possiblity, did Mr. rent-a-cop slip out for a pick-me-up and maybe get paranoid and think you were a spy sent to kill moose und sqvirrel?)

No, this is what they mean by security-guard-had-a-small-stroke-and-nobody-noticed.

(someimes shortened to "SGHASSANN")

At the owner's meeting two years ago, a new owner described how her son had lost his keys and needed to be let in, causing the former evil super to have a fit. When I came in the next night, the doorman told me that the evil prick had told him that if I didn't have my keys, I would have to get the fire department to break down the door--even though the smegma had one of my keys. Everywhere else I've lived management would let keyless tenants in, but the tenant would have to pay a fee.

I bet all your swimming and yoga is paying off, and you're looking different, and he's like, whoa, who is that new hot babe in the office.

Sadly, given the last few weeks, I suspect it's more likely that the lack of yoga, swimming, or anything resembling exercise, combined with an increase in tequila consumption, would, well, lead to a different conclusion.

did Mr. rent-a-cop slip out for a pick-me-up and maybe get paranoid and think you were a spy sent to kill moose und sqvirrel?

Heh. At my last office building, you could generally tell when the "security" guy was in the building due to the skunky smoke drifting up in the stairwell.

But the guy at this building seems pretty together.

I'm going to blame my red dress. I wear it because it's a wrap dress, which makes me feel like I'm wearing a bathrobe to work, which is nice. But the color's just enough toward orange that it gives me a weird complexion.

Must be the dress. :-)