Halloween at Work

What sort of clowns worked at YOUR job?

So fifteen years ago, at my old company, they had a Halloween office party. My wife thought it would be a hoot if I went in costume, because nobody would expect the head of IT to be dressed up. Plus, she had this clown costume she had made herself for back in the day when she was part of a clown ministry. Big and baggy, so it fit me. Oh, and there was a wig.

Me sitting down to breakfast (L); me & the missus (who just went for pumpkin earrings and a pin that year). Photos by Deb and Jack Herlocker (okay, #2 was a timer, but I set it!). We shared this with my sister, who replied, “MY BROTHER, who never runs out of ways to embarrass me!” Um, didn’t post it on Facebook… although, y’know, now that I think about it, it’s never too late…

Naturally, I couldn’t just change into it at work. I kept it on during the day. Didn’t even slow me down in the server room.

Photo by Marty Reymer, the other IT guy, who just kept shaking his head and muttering.

One thing that did slow me down… Deb had, of course, designed the costume to be as simple as possible, so the snaps were all in the back, but completely accessible to someone dressing themselves. But no zipper in front and obviously no fly for a costume designed by and for a woman… so I got a taste of what “I just have to pee” means for a woman in a one-piece.

But the judges liked it.

Yes, it hangs on my wall. What?

In response to Jk Mansi’s:

Don’t Be a Weenie at Halloweenie

Got it in under the wire, Juhi!