st. patrick’s day does not have a dramatic impact on my life. it’s in the middle of the week, so i’m not about to go on some crazy guinness-fueled bender. i don’t come from an irish background. st. patrick’s day falls somewhere in there with flag day and columbus day in terms of holiday importance.
the disaffected apathetic hipster thing to do in this situation would be to NOT wear green. in fact, most of the kids i know will continue wearing black as if this day was just like any other.
however, when you work in an office, suddenly the dynamic shifts. even though i care 0% about st. patrick’s day, I MUST WEAR GREEN. wearing green is a buffer. it’s the only thing that will keep me from getting harassed.
over the years of temping and moving from office to office, i’ve learned that it’s essential to just “go along” with all holidays or else you face the wrath of this type of co-worker commentary:
“why aren’t you wearing green today?! hey guys, phil’s not wearing any green!”
the thing is - anything that could come out of my mouth in defense of NOT wearing green is going to sound ridiculous and stupid. saying “i forgot” makes you sound like an idiot too.
so, when i got dressed this morning, i begrudgingly put on my only green shirt, sucked it up, and went to work like a man.
a green-dressed man.
on st. patricks day.
sigh.
