In thinking about what kind of person I am these days, I’ve written about using the F word more and not caring so much about things. I’ve also discovered that I’m very petty and quite sarcastic. This is mostly shown in what I do and not what I say. I’m not quick-witted enough to be sarcastic in a conversation at the appropriate time. I’m the person that thinks of the perfect thing to say long after the moment has passed. But the things I do? I’m quite creative and good with my pettiness and sarcasm.
Picture it…a tiny office with no windows and small enough to fit inside the bathrooms of some houses, probably even mine now that I think about it. This hole in the wall closet of an office is my temporary work space while the building I usually work in has hvac repairs done. Six months is the estimated time of displacement. The move to this office of claustrophobic misery took place in October. To make it more bearable, I bought a fake tree and decided I was going to decorate it differently for every month. I started with a Halloween theme:
It was a masterpiece in unconventional tree-decorating. I was especially proud of the plastic skull I found at Walmart with a convenient hole on the bottom that made it so easy to use as a tree topper. I named the skull Steve. Steve on the tree. Sort of rhymes. Rolls off the tongue easily.
I didn’t give Steve much thought until a little old lady stopped in the door of my office and said something about him. She was a student in the art class next door and she was in awe of my tree. Not necessarily the good kind of awe. She commented on it and with regard to Steve, she said that at Christmas I could put a nice angel on top instead of him. Oh yeah? Dissing Steve are we? This is where my pettiness and sarcasm kicked into high gear. Just because she said something about the skull on top of my tree, I dressed that SOB up for each holiday afterwards. I wasn’t planning on it, but since she said something snarky…
Here he is in the pilgrim hat I crocheted for him for Thanksgiving:
I think next year I’ll make him an Indian headdress.
And since she insisted on an angel, here he is sporting the angel wings I crocheted for him for Christmas:
I don’t normally leave my office door open, but during December, I made sure it was open during the times her class was going on next door, and I positioned the tree so it was easy to walk by and see it. I don’t know if she actually did see him, but it makes me giggle to think about the scowl she must have had on her face if she did.
Christmas is over, but the Steve shenanigans continue…
Today I put his winter hat on, made by my own two hands this past weekend.
Steve is riding shotgun on this journey of sarcasm and I love it! He goes nicely with the crocheted Wilson volleyball from the movie “Castaway” that I made during the Covid lockdown in 2020. He’s on the bookshelf in my office. If I’m going to be stuck in a tiny island of an office, it’s good to have friends.
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