I'd go with a grey skirt, ita.
Tara: That was funny if you've studied Taglarin mystic rites and... are a total dork... Riley: Then how come Xander didn't laugh?
'Selfless'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Consuela - Feb 14, 2007 12:51:16 pm PST #932 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
§ ita § - Feb 14, 2007 12:54:26 pm PST #933 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You can match black or grey to it in that setting.
I am so persnickety about matching blacks that I wouldn't consider it business formal.
My grey skirt is the one I'd been planning on wearing with it, but it's so damned bleak! Bleaker than all black, somehow. I guess I should just get over myself and realise that business formal isn't my style, so I should stop trying to find a way to force the square peg on pretty much no budget at all.
Sheryl - Feb 14, 2007 12:58:31 pm PST #934 of 10001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
G flies to Salt Lake City tonight for business.(at least in theory) Which means my evening is spent with a microwave dinner and Ben&Jerry's. At least we have plans for a nice dinner when we're in Boston this weekend.
bon bon - Feb 14, 2007 1:00:45 pm PST #935 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I don't think you lose anything by being as bleak and formal as possible in a job interview, but I'm in a different industry. It doesn't mean you can't have more personal style when you get the job.
§ ita § - Feb 14, 2007 1:05:11 pm PST #936 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't think you lose anything by being as bleak and formal as possible in a job interview
It's mostly my headspace, and is very affected by me having so few business formal clothes in my closet I can wear. I'm sure if I were choosing black and grey from a number of options it mightn't seem too bleak. But I'm still opining that the recruiter is a little over-stern. Or if she's not, I can't afford to dress for the job.
Connie Neil - Feb 14, 2007 1:07:55 pm PST #937 of 10001
brillig
"I remember when that wall went up."
Hubby does, too. He and his family were military dependents in Germany at that time, and he remembers hiding with his sister under the car as tanks rolled by. The military gave his mother ID papers for several countries, because they weren't sure what side of the border they'd end up on once things settled down. They all spoke fluent German because they weren't on-base.
Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 14, 2007 1:39:58 pm PST #938 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Oh dear. My shared minion just turned in his 2 1/2 weeks notice today. Suddenly the overheard conversation where Big Boss talked about sub-contracting some design work out because I would be busy takes on frightening significance.
§ ita § - Feb 14, 2007 1:42:17 pm PST #939 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
LJ hates me. Is it hating anyone else?
Lee - Feb 14, 2007 1:48:48 pm PST #940 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
No, just you.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
(I felt a need to share today's earworm)
juliana - Feb 14, 2007 1:52:13 pm PST #941 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
LJ's been a pissy bitch for a while now, what with the 45-second reload.
Lee, I refute your earworm with
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughtta be a law