This is my third day with no cell phone. It's a PITA. I hope it comes in the mail by tomorrow.
I was going to call the cable company yesterday to get rid of a couple of channels and get my DVR service going, and realized I had real way of doing that from home (no land line).
I'm trying to upgrade my wardrobe so that I only wear jeans to work on Friday - but yet - what am I wearing today? I need new clothes. Shopping this weekend only garnered me two new shirts and a pair of shoes.
Man, I miss having jeans Fridays. For people like me for whom every morning is a struggle to find something that fits/doesn't look like ass/isn't too dog haired or wrinkly, it made the whole week seem shorter and less stressful.
Why was I dumb enough to get out of bed this morning?
I rarely wear jeans to work. Pretty much only when the weather sucks really bad or I'm going to be crawling around on the (feelthy) floor dealing with cables. That adds up to maybe 4 times a year. I'll probably wear some tomorrow, since I'll again be walking from the mechanic's to work, and damned, that was cold in dress slacks.
There is effectively no dress code here.
It's snowing at lisah's house. Or it was until 30 seconds ago.
Not snowing in Fells Point.
Meh. My sinuses suddenly decided to attack the inside of my face.
There is effectively no dress code here.
Here neither, although I haven't tried pushing it as far as "naked."
There doesn't seem to be a dress code here. The partners all wear jeans unless they have client meetings (which are almost always out of the office). I am wearing nice jeans right now. AND a cardigan (wool, pearl buttons, sky blue). and boots. I usually wear sneakers on Friday to make it my own casual day.
since the Chicago F2F, you're still that young
Ah, good times, good times.
For people like me for whom every morning is a struggle to find something that fits/doesn't look like ass/isn't too dog haired or wrinkly, it made the whole week seem shorter and less stressful.
Dude, I am right there with you. Dog hair is so abundant as to make it look like I've been taken over by a cabal of wild affectionate half-wolves.
We got away with the whole denim trousers thing for years. The secret is, black denim. Few people care enough to look closely and note they're not actually slacks.
However, you can all hate me, because today I am at home working and therefore in a green sweatshirt, blue flannel pj bottoms with dragons on them, and fuzzy shearling slippers. Turns out I'll have to change to go out to the house, but maybe not until three or four o'clock.