DPW is the only group of people I know who are uglier with makeup on.
Just so you know, it’s not all backbreaking work in DPW. Sometimes we have fun, too. I probably shouldn’t tell you about all the hijinks these kids get up to, but here’s a good one:
On Thursday, we had two birthday boys in DPW – Fitz (In Your Mouth) and Kevin. So, at the morning meeting, Mayfield suggested that everyone dress up for dinner.
Now, I had worked all day, and sort of forgot about the dressing-up thing. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the Commissary to see all of DPW in white facepaint. It was a sight to behold, let me tell you what. I don’t know where the idea (or the facepaint) came from, but they wore it just a little too well.
As it turns out, Mayfield (who was dressed in his Chupacabra uniform) had wrangled a couple of kegs just for the occasion. The idea was to go to the Man site and celebrate, but that place was just too dangerous (what with the maze and the unfinished construction). So, we all headed back home to the Rodeo.
It was cute, cute, cute.
You know everything’s gonna be okay if Johnny’s in town. And it was. We all went to bed happy and made it to work in the morning – although there was a lot of white paint left in a lot of whiskers the next day. But hey, around here, zombies pound t-stakes too.