I’ve been asked by my boss to work from the main campus for the next few weeks on a special project which gives me the opportunity to waste precious hours standing in the closet every morning bemoaning the lack of appropriate work clothing.
I don’t think holey yoga pants and wrinkled t-shirts scream “professionally competent”.
More like “needs to be COMMITTED”.
Monday was my first day back at the cubicle farm where I spent most of my time looking at this:
Since I’m there sporadically, I don’t have a formal workspace. For the next few weeks they’ve stuck me at the end of a passageway where they carved out an office by sticking a desk in front of the door leading outside to the parking garage, but I’m not complaining because it’s very close to the snack room and the mirrored window allows me to see if anyone’s sneaking up behind me while I’m playing working on my computer.
Everyone was really nice and I even had a couple of co-workers invite me to eat lunch with them which was a lot of fun until I realized it was cash only in the lunch room and I NEVER carry cash but I managed to find a couple of dollars stuffed in the bottom of my purse and bought a delightfully plain turkey sandwich because I didn’t have the extra thirty-nine cents for cheese.
It was a good day otherwise; I didn’t get fired, I remembered how to use my big words, and my manager entrusted me with the top-secret code to the supply closet.
Sadly, there were no appropriate clothes in that closet either, but the unlimited access to new pens and paper products totally made up for it.
Have a nice day.