A World Gone Mad

This is one of those days where I feel like a giant life-draining leech has been attached to me all day. I think it was one of the people in that meeting I was just in. The one where we sat around for 45 minutes waiting for my boss to show up, and started dismantling the projector and laptop just as she finally decided to show up.

Why do women in the workplace insist on wearing abnormally revealing clothes? When I get on an elevator or the subway my eyes naturally go down to make sure I don't trip on the doorway gap. That doesn't work well in "today's business world". Looking down may inadvertently get you a good look at, shall we say, China.

The women I work with like to lean waaay over the conference room table whilst tapping their pens on their notepads so you can see, shall we say, the man in the moon. We're all required to attend a yearly sexual harrassment prevention program.

I've tried to witness to my coworkers that homosexuality is wrong. Homosexuality. I never even got to Acts 2:38. Or the Bible for that matter. People don't even understand what natural affection means.

There's a sign in the train station advertising a drug for people with AIDS that carries the slogan, "You've worked hard to get this far." On the sign is a picture of an apparently gay man who seems happy with his dilemma.

Right now I'm very in tune with the fact that the world has gone completely mad.

I'm ready to go home.