I was just asked (how come he can't tell me do do anything, he has to ask it in a non-assertive way. That's why he get's walked on) to take off my hat. See, if I was working concierge, I'd be looking dapper. but naw, I have to wear this nasty-ass T-shirt. okay. no more complaining. Damn, I looked so good today. That does make me sad.