The good and the not-so-good

Today we feast our eyes on this over-the-knee goodness, courtesy of Syd. We all took turns gaping and ogling and clapping our hands for more! Charlie forgot to close his mouth, I had to nudge his jaw.


To balance out the over-the-knee deliciousness, we have some under-the-ankle badness from our boy Richard. In his defense, he was battling the flu the day I took this, and he just wanted to be comfy... But leather clogs are never a good thing.

Someone's on a Plan

Most bosses, when they're dissatisfied with an employee's performance, sit down with said employee, discuss the issues and come up with an action plan to bring that person up to scratch. Not Boss Fail. He straight up brings his laptop to your cube, parks himself there, and makes sure you are doing exactly what you should be doing all the day long. Thumbs Of Oppression.


That's Reason #1 to be sorry for Charlie today. Reason #2 is his colors. His shirt is great, but the hoodie (which he thankfully took off in the afternoon) was the exactly wrong shade of dull oatmeal to set off His Fairness. And the jeans today are a dingy washed out gray. Booooo. As I may have mentioned previously, the guys in our group have great wardrobe skills, so Charlie sticks out like a sore thumb. Hey—that should be the title of today's post, "Sore Thumb and Thumbs of Oppression: BFFs"
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Boss Fail threatened me with Dire Consequences if I proceeded to post the above image. Oh well. As he harangued me, Syd burst out laughing and I looked over to see this:


Clowns one and all.

Boss Fail exercising his Thumbs of Oppression.

See Charlie's status. Then mine. Then Boss Fail's.
He EARNS his fancy nicknames.


And yes, Charlie still has the graffiti'd sweetie as his IM image.

Ambush!

We were all rather crazed yesterday–the last workday before the launch of our brand update in the wee hours of this morning. Boss Fail decided Charlie needed to start the day with a heart attack ("Let's make sure that doofus is PAYING ATTENTION today damnit!") so he ambushed him with both barrels. Much pointing and laughing. And it worked because Charlie did work unusually hard all the day long.

Shoe Play: Answers

Richard.
Toes scuffed from his motorcycle shifter.
"I would NEVER wear pointy shoes. Feh."



Boss Fail.
Toes scuffed from kicking everyone around all day long.
"These are hot. You wish you had a pair."



Johan.
Toes not scuffed, because they are socks.
"Real men wear mandals in the office."



Charlie (of course).
Toes scuffed from shuffling up to the salad bar.
"Real dancers always wear white socks with black shoes. Haven't you seen Audrey Hepburn in "Funny Face? Or the king of pop himself, Michael Jackson. Shooot."

Très à propos

Charlie sent me this link, a funny kid trick, and it's EXACTLY how his ensemble hit me!

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Stop hurting me Cholly!

First, here's what he's hurting me with:


Taken separately, they're both perfectly acceptable: a striped sweater in a flattering shade of navy, and a graphic hoodie in milk chocolate brown (Chuck's better in dark chocolate, but let's not quibble). Together, HEINOUS.

I don't think the picture does justice to the horror. Try to imagine it life-size. And it's not just me–the whole office is just reeling this morning.

The terrible thing is that he did this to me deliberately. He sat there giggling in his cube waiting for me to come around the corner so he could BIFF!! sock me in the eye with this. Behold the unholy glee:

Shoe Play Monday

Boss held Staff in the bullpen this morning. Here are the footwear sported by the men in our team—see if you can put names to the shoes! Boss Fail, Johan, Richard, and of course Charlie are featured.





And here are the pistachios we were munching on. Delicious colors.

Plinkles and Pho Phriday

[Sigh]:

and NOM NOM NOM:

Good shirt and great shoes

Richard: sporting a dusty blue button-down with white top-stitching and shoulder tabs... all topped off with his signature look of deep, cynical suspicion. LOVE.



Ella: chilling in her skull-and-crossbone baby pink loafers from Auntie Kristin. XOXO!

Charlie's back!

With plinkles in full force. Check these babies out–they're good enough to be on a schoolgirl's uniform skirt!


Also: Loving these colors found in the gutter and on my desk.

Oh right, this blog is about "fashion"

Charlie is on PTO today, we can only imagine what his everyday apparel could be, given his interpretation of business casual attire.

Here's Boss Fail with Syd, aka Boss Win. As demonstrated before, Syd always seems to wear complementary candy colors whenever Boss Fail wears his pretty shirts.

Enjoy! Tomorrow we're back to Charlie.

More from Friday

Boss Fail changed his IM to this:


So of course I had to update mine, too:


Perhaps this will be a more peaceful week. But I doubt it.

Oh yeah, almost forgot: this was BF's reaction to my new IM graphic. He ran out of words (as boys will do, way sooner than girls) and had to resort to non-verbal communication.

FEE FI FO Friday

Lookit how HUGE Charlie is! He really is a monster–you can see just how big by the reference point of my dainty little feet.


Charlie is wearing the worst colors ever: dull red plus black, gray, and absolutely the wrong shade of denim blue. Boss Fail agrees, It Is Terrible.

Feast your eyes

Behold! Charlie's wrinkle-free jeans!

These are NEW and presumably haven't been washed yet, hence the absence of the wrinkle valleys. Charlie rates an 8 today: wrinkle-free top and bottom, and great color jeans in a darker wash than usual. Points have been deducted for the inevitable white socks with salad-bar black loafers, and a shirt color that does not favor his complexion.

Well done sir!

Translation

Oh no you DIDN'T!

Oh yes he did. Behold Charlie's mad Paint skillz.


Fear not. He will be punished.

Boss Win!

W I N W I N W I N !!!

"<3 <3 <3><3 <3 <3><3 <3 <3><3 <3 <3><3 <3 <3><3 <3 <3"

Pretty colors (not Charlie)

Today's post features Boss Fail and Syd in their delicious candy-colored shirts. Mmm... They have a funny mental connection when it comes to these lavender and raspberry shades—somehow they are always wearing them together. I have a photo from today and one from the spring, but it happens more often than I've captured. They're busy people, I can't get them to stand still very often!

For the Critics

From time to time some of you have commented that I'm too hard on Charlie. Behold Exhibit A below, a classic example of why I'm not too fussed:

He has left less than 1' between cars, just a few inches between mirrors. Don't ask if this was by mistake, I watched him do it. Definitely deliberate. I will have to hop in the passenger side to get my car out.

I think I see some Power Puff Girls in his future...

Still behind...

... but I'm catching up.

Some shots of my lovely peeps from last Friday. Everyone received the Stripes Memo loud and clear!

Catch up Thursday

I feel terrible that it's been almost a month since my last post!! I've taken photos here and there, but just haven't had time to share, it's been that busy.

Yesterday was a red letter day, Charlie wore a navy blue shirt that was a great color for him AND was free of wrinkles. Applause!


Next we have Boss Fail in his cave, plotting our daily destruction as usual. "How shall the Thumbs of Oppression crush them today?"


One day Charlie and I took liberties with Rich's precious scooter: my contribution, handlebar streamers; Charlie's, Hello Kitty stickers. We giggled like little schoolgirls. By a mad coincidence, Richard came out to the parking lot JUST as we were finishing up. Apparently he had a weird feeling about his bike and came out to check on it... how odd is THAT? Needless to say, Rich was NOT impressed. He pouted all afternoon. And, he blamed me more than Charlie which was completely unfair.





One Friday we went down to our favorite taco place at Santana Row, saw these great tropical flowers. If I remember correctly, Charlie's shirt was not great but not heinous that day, so it's ok that he wasn't feeling cooperative.


That day I was loving my new belt from Anthro. Again, showing Charlie how gray can be worn well.


And finally, here is your parting gift: Charlie Plinkles. And yes this IS the man who claims to iron his shirt every morning.