Gothic

Work has been really busy lately...but it's still great.

I remember the time when I went to pick up an ID card for an adjunct professor about a month after I'd started working. I walked up to the window and I had a conversation with Mary in the GoCard office that went a little something like this:

Mary: Do you worship the devil?

Me: Pardon me?

Mary: Do you do witchcraft and such things, chile' ?

Me: (Thinking: Oh no, here goes another long explanation of how "Big Love" is not Mormon reality...) No, why?

Mary: Well, you must be one of those Gothic kids.

Me: No, I can't say that I've ever been Gothic.

Mary: Then why are your fingernails painted black, chile'?

Me: (Looking at my fingernails, which I then realized were still painted my favorite dark purple color). OH. No, these are actually purple. I guess they are a little dark for work.

Mary: Well chile' they look awful black and awful Gothic. Are you sure you don't do any of that devil-worship business?

Me: Yes, Mary, I'm sure. (Walking off. Noting: remove nail polish as soon as I get home).

I love my job.