Duck Beater

As a work-related phenomenon, and in the interest of full-disclosure, setting up this shot required me hitting the photobooth button and then scrambling back into my seat to assume an air of nonchalance, when in fact my nervous system is raving with coffee, boredom, fleeting feelings of dread believing at any moment that my bosses will flit past with alarm (although they never do pass by). I was also irritated, in several instances, of my pants coming above my boots to show off my black socks, and that my pants do not belt on or below the waist. Also that my hair is fluffy on top. I am anxious to get home. Vanity posts over.