It's S.C. Versus the O.C.!!!
The office is filled with California muckety-mucks today, so it’s time to put on your Sunday best and play Dress Up. Yes, despite the fact that it’s 6 degrees below zero outside, we’re all wearing our fanciest duds, in the million-to-one chance that one of the execs should happen to pass us in the hallway and want to check out our wardrobe. So we may all freeze to death today, but by God we’ll look good if an executive should happen to stumble across our frozen corpses.
Sheesh.
It’s actually been kind of interesting having all these high-level executives from sunny California in town when it’s this blasted cold – some of these people have never even seen snow, much less experienced temperatures a good 70 – 80 degrees colder than it is back home in Orange County. I watched a bunch of them yesterday staring out the window at the blowing snow with a look of awe you’d normally only see on the face of a toddler. I half expected them to go ask Mom if they could go build a snowman or go sledding.
It’s common knowledge around here that the Cali people look down their noses at us here in Iowa. They purposely moved our corporate offices from here to southern Cal because they couldn’t talk professional grade execs into working for a company based in the Midwest. So the company is ran by hundreds of people who have no real idea of what we’re like or what life is like here, and only rely on stereotypes and rumor for their mental images. In their minds we’re all Midwest hicks who would be better suited to bib overalls and an episode of Green Acres if it weren’t for our jobs here. Well, I’ve got news for you, buddies – not everyone around here is a ‘neck. Some of actually have brains, and know how to use them. So it’s time to drop the 'tude and try getting along. Who knows – you may be surprised by who you meet.
Given the choice, I’d rather live here than in Southern California. (Shocking, I know.) I love L.A. and all, and there’s no better place to visit than Disneyland, but overall? Los Angeles is too crowded to live in on a regular basis, it’s a traffic nightmare, and quite frankly, I don’t want to live anywhere where it’s necessary to have bars on your windows. Plus, L.A. is home to O.J, Robert Blake, and Phil Spector, so odds are probably high you’re going to catch a bullet eventually. I'm still a Dodger fan, and I love my Mickey Mouse, but I wouldn't want to be around them all the time.
So for now I’ll continue to be a Midwest boy – temporarily, of course. (Deep down I’m still a Seattleite. Lukewarm rain still runs through these veins, even 10 years after moving away.) Soon, with any luck, I’ll be a Floridian, where smog-free sunshine is available at my beck and call, and the odds of 6 below zero temps are really, really low.
Until then, I’ll be sure to bundle up, and say hi to any execs I happen to see in the hall. I just hope they notice how natty my attire is...
Sheesh.
It’s actually been kind of interesting having all these high-level executives from sunny California in town when it’s this blasted cold – some of these people have never even seen snow, much less experienced temperatures a good 70 – 80 degrees colder than it is back home in Orange County. I watched a bunch of them yesterday staring out the window at the blowing snow with a look of awe you’d normally only see on the face of a toddler. I half expected them to go ask Mom if they could go build a snowman or go sledding.
It’s common knowledge around here that the Cali people look down their noses at us here in Iowa. They purposely moved our corporate offices from here to southern Cal because they couldn’t talk professional grade execs into working for a company based in the Midwest. So the company is ran by hundreds of people who have no real idea of what we’re like or what life is like here, and only rely on stereotypes and rumor for their mental images. In their minds we’re all Midwest hicks who would be better suited to bib overalls and an episode of Green Acres if it weren’t for our jobs here. Well, I’ve got news for you, buddies – not everyone around here is a ‘neck. Some of actually have brains, and know how to use them. So it’s time to drop the 'tude and try getting along. Who knows – you may be surprised by who you meet.
Given the choice, I’d rather live here than in Southern California. (Shocking, I know.) I love L.A. and all, and there’s no better place to visit than Disneyland, but overall? Los Angeles is too crowded to live in on a regular basis, it’s a traffic nightmare, and quite frankly, I don’t want to live anywhere where it’s necessary to have bars on your windows. Plus, L.A. is home to O.J, Robert Blake, and Phil Spector, so odds are probably high you’re going to catch a bullet eventually. I'm still a Dodger fan, and I love my Mickey Mouse, but I wouldn't want to be around them all the time.
So for now I’ll continue to be a Midwest boy – temporarily, of course. (Deep down I’m still a Seattleite. Lukewarm rain still runs through these veins, even 10 years after moving away.) Soon, with any luck, I’ll be a Floridian, where smog-free sunshine is available at my beck and call, and the odds of 6 below zero temps are really, really low.
Until then, I’ll be sure to bundle up, and say hi to any execs I happen to see in the hall. I just hope they notice how natty my attire is...
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