Well let's define "rave".
PK hasn't won me over yet. In fact, I plain don't like him. I know that sounds harsh, but let me explain.
For starters, he's extremely quiet. So if, for example, I'm writing a bloog post about how I am not a huge fan of a new employee, how am I supposed to click over if he's at my door?!
Secondly, he makes lots of "jokes" about how his wife will "tell him" what color curtains they want for their new home. Just cut the macho gag PK.
Thirdly, he was a surgeon so he talks about medical jokes at lunch that are, quite frankly, disgusting.
But you know what I realized? All that stuff if forgivable. I can get over it. And I'm sure he's a swell guy. But you know what the problem really is?
PK IS IN MARNI'S OFFICE.
Yep. I had the revelation today. That as long as PK resides in Marni's office, there's going to be unspoken hostility towards him.
disclaimer: I'm actually quite pleasant to PK's face. He has no clue that every time I walk past his office glaring it's not actually because of who he chooses to be, just that he is in my BFFs office. I should have memorialized Marni's office. Sigh.
















