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I said I would be around last night, and apparently, I lied. After having a good friend in town for the entire week, I was spent.

In the meantime, my East Coast blog-friend Colossus posted fantastic National Lampoon's post about dealing with difficult people at work. Here is my favorite remedy for dealing with the lady who tries to make people dress up for silly holidays, and makes you feel like common street trash for not participating:

Let her see things from your perspective.

At one company where I worked as a consultant, I had the men in the office organize Gladiator Days. On Gladiator Day, everyone was required to go shirtless and speak only in profanity. Everyone was forced to carry a club and all requests were ignored unless followed up with a threat (i.e., "Make these fucking copies for me or else I'll see that your daughter starts being an orphan and stops being a virgin on the very same night.")

By lunch, the message was sent loud and clear: what is fun for one and what is fun for another are two very different things.

I would declare Gladiator Day here at TenFingers6Strings, but I fear an all-out riot from the Philadelphians reading this site.