One of my co-workers, in all seriousness, suggested the perfect job for me: manager of a rockgroup.
Honestly, she said, you are the perfect candidate -- you know a lot of indie bands, you've got an outgoing personality, you're not afraid of taking risks, and you have the right hair. Excuse me? The right hair?
Yes, she said. Thick and shiny, and…hippie-like.
I'm completely flabbergasted.