2004-12-07 - 3:36 p.m.

The human resources dictator lady at my workplace is a real beast. She�s a bossy, humorless soccer mom who yells. She recently sent out a mandate containing a very funny typo. She was instructing us on the Christmas party dress code. (Yes, even our parties require a dress code.) Apparently, we must wear holiday attire, sweaters, or (here comes the typo) "knit shits."

Now I wish more than ever that I could knit. I would knit a little piece of poo and wear it as a necklace.

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