Welcome back to work, little campers! I know that most of you are less than thrilled to be back in your offices or cubicles, staring at a computer and listening to the inane chatter of co-workers.
Or am I just projecting my own dissatisfying work history onto you?
Whatever. I am here to give you cheer! I am here to buck you up! I am here to make you glad you have a job and are not like the guy A. saw at the fair!
The Great New York State Fair is a splendid place for tattoo viewing. And I'm not talking small, tasteful tattoos that can be easily covered up should the tattooed one ever decide to try getting ahead in life by securing meaningful employment. No, these are the tattoos that cover significant expanses of exposed skin. The tattoos that indicate this person is giving a big middle finger to The Man and declaring his or her intention to never work in an office environment. A. saw just about the best one ever. Sadly, I did not see this gem, but A. described it in detail.
The tattoo was located high up on the side of this guy's neck, right under his jaw. A spot where it could never be covered up by a collar, should this dude ever decide to wear a collar, which is, I think, highly unlikely. It was a pretty rough tattoo--not exactly a prison tat done with a ball point pen, but not exactly highly professional, either. The image was an outline of a razor blade, and the words inked into the middle of the blade?
* In case you are not a Merle Haggard fan, here are the lyrics to the referenced song.