Friday has become the day I see the physio. I've strained my left bum muscles, and I need some help rehabilitating them (You know, gluteus maximus, medius and minimus into the iliac crest - they're all buggered).
Friday has also become Provocative T-shirt Day.
It is Friday. It's allowed to be.
I rarely turn my camera on in meetings.
Until last week, nobody who mattered saw my t-shirts.
Last week, I turned up to the physio in jeans and a t-shirt that read "Typical Bloody Leftie" in honour of the election.
It was a talking point.
Today, I turned up in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt reading "We are the granddaughters of the witches you could not burn."
I love this t-shirt.
And spent a part of the session explaining to the physio, as he got stuck into my arse cheek, that wearing provocative t-shirts is good for the soul.
"Is this a work thing or a Pandora thing?"
"A Pandora thing. I'm not one for dressing up to work from home and shouty t-shirts make me feel good."
I have to go back again next week.
But what t-shirt should I wear? I've got a choice of t-shirts reading the following:
- Hell was Boring
- In my defense I was left unsupervised
- See You Next Tuesday
- A Pixies T-shirt with a black cat on it
- An old one with a sugar skull on it
- A Pearl Jam Concert T-shirt
- A green one with elephants.
- A Hoodoo Gurus concert t-shirt
- The Whitlams concert t-shirt.
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