Graduation

Unable to follow up on sexual orientation and personal history (don't care about professional history) of New Man as forced to volunteer for Graduation on Friday. Volunteers required to wear green polyester robes. (question: Are all uniforms demeaning? Why?) (seperate paren: the robes had remarkable heat trapping qualities--would keep a spare in the car (if had car)in case of blizzard which forced me to pull over and wait out storm.) Job assignment at graduation was to stand on the street to guide parents and guests to the auditorium. Gave up trying to correct those congratulating me on my Big Day and began to say "thank you" to make it easier on everyone. The Contessa's job was to help an aged trustee. "That doesn't sound so bad," I said and got ready to tell her about the indignity of standing on a New York City street in a green robe. She gave me a dark look. "He knows a lot of very perverted jokes." The outgoing President gave a speech in which he drew heavily on his knowledge of the Star Wars movies. He ended with, "May the Force be with You."

Spent a tiring weekend avoiding working on the Murder Mystery by bingeing on the Home and Garden Network and purchasing pay per view movies, including Hotel Rwanda. Terrible dreams last night. Which is to say I was very glad to come into the office today sans uniform, etc. etc. etc. First call of the day, woman says in the tone of the perpetually put-upon, "finally I have a Real Person on the phone." Stifled impulse to answer in Robot voice.