I don't know of any other job where you can dress up as a pregnant hippie go-go dancer, dance like a fool in your 6 inch heels in front of 500 people, fall during the post-dance belly-bump, give premature birth to your balloon, and basically make a complete fool out of yourself, and only have it make you that much more popular with your clients. 
...Oh, did I mention that puprle-haired, gold-panted dancer next to me is my boss?
My job rocks.
...Oh, did I mention that puprle-haired, gold-panted dancer next to me is my boss?My job rocks.
10 Days (and counting)
(Just another reason why my job rocks!)
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