Mourning-Wear

Everybody knows what today is. A security guard in the building where I work refused to smile as I walked in. Instead of saying "Good morning" in his Caribbean accent, he shook his head and said, "It's just sad."

Maybe he saw my black dress and assumed I was in mourning too. I got some birthday gear from my sister in the mail yesterday, and in a rush to get to work this morning, I threw on the simplest outfit from that package. It is raining heavily in New York today, and with my giant umbrella and the black dress, I look like I am on my way to a funeral.

Meanwhile back on Planet Corporate America, none of my co-workers are talking about the death of Michael Jackson. Whether you loved him or hated him, you knew OF him, so not to say anything when the rest of the world takes a pause is unusual. These are the same people that make news out of an updated Dirt Devil. One woman said, "I see you're wearing a black dress. How PERFECT for Friday!" Someone else wearing a similar outfit to mine said, "We both have excellent fashion taste, don't we?"