Yeah. The only thing is that they're both part of a group of 5 kids who are really pretty tight (although 2 of them just broke up, making things tense), across different schools, which makes things complicated.

Is she the only Mormon, and/or is he the only Christian?

pfffft, ita

I can't bitch - pretty much every day is casual day here, and on Fridays I can wear jeans and sneakers. It's one of the advantages of this industry, although I do occasionally dust off a suit for a project interview.

And Jesse, I think I'm okay--what I wore today is totally within the standard deviation for me, although I don't usually wear the jacket I wore today, which is what moved it from average to a little dressy. Dunno what I'll do tomorrow, though.

Getting a new job may require changes to my wardrobe. Oh, and in other job news, a client asked me today if I would come work there a few days a week. Took a few minutes to figure out she meant through our contract, and not actually hiring me.

I believe she's the only Mormon.

I think the best idea I've heard is for him to (gently) point out to her when it feels like he's being proselytized - just let her know when it feels that way and ask her to try not to do it. And maybe they can just agree to leave some subjects off the table. At their ages, I think anything past relieving the tension is borrowing trouble. It'll last or it won't, and if looks like an in-to-adulthood kind of thing, there's time enough to grapple with the hard stuff.

And Jesse, I think I'm okay--what I wore today is totally within the standard deviation for me, although I don't usually wear the jacket I wore today, which is what moved it from average to a little dressy. Dunno what I'll do tomorrow, though.

This is always the problem I've had when job searching from a casual office -- even a business-casual one. When I got on the hunt, I took to dressing up more randomly, when I was in the office all day, just to get people used to it.

My poor minion keeps running up against this. My boss knows (and supports) him looking, so she knows when he has an interview anyway. But there are a couple of other VPBs (Very Powerful Busybodies) in my office that make things uncomfortable.

It's way easier in winter, when a dark suit jacket can hide inside a dark coat.

When my suits still comfortably fit (bah!) I'd wear them to work and get asked all the time if I was interviewing or more memorably, if I was going to a funeral. Only the public outreach people and the director's admin staff really dress formally on a regular basis (though I think the latter will change given the new director's version of dressing up is a subdued hawaiian shirt and khakis and his curls more or less brushed...)

Ah man, I'm watching a Frontline that is on Zimbabwe. I'm reminded of what a beautiful and fucked up place it is. I wasn't supposed to go there, but we did. So much potential, and that horrid Mugabe.

eta: When in Harare, we got stuck in a traffic jam. The cause? A motorcade with Mugabe. The vehicles were spiked with machine guns.

I'm trying to remember where I know the journalist, Alexandra Bloom, from.