Today was one long Wardrobe Malfunction

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It started this morning when I discovered that I did not have any shirts which were (1) clean (2) comfortably-fitting and (3) dressy. Faced with a "pick any two" situation, I went with my dark green T-shirt, which is at least in the school colors.

About 1/3 of the way to work, my trousers fell victim to their usual failure mode: tearing from the worn and threadbare spot on the inner thigh (which, also as usual, I had not noticed when putting them on) across the back of the rising leg. After considering my predicament for a few frustrated and befuddled moments, I turned my bike around and returned home. I also took the opportunity, while replacing my trousers, to change shirts: I still had concerns about my tee being too casual, even though my job doesn't involve talking to students, and decided to go with a slightly "snug" (especially around the tummy) blue dress shirt instead. This meant I was "only" 15 minutes late to work, which I resolved to make up by going to lunch late.

During my morning work, I made a note to myself that I really should go get a few more shirts (and, while I was at it, undershirts and now probably another pair of pants too) sooner rather than later. I might not be able to afford everything I want on the rest of this paycheck, but next month's will be good-sized and I can get the rest then.

I worked the extra 15, went to get my usual lunch, brought it back to eat at my desk... and promptly dribbled burrito juice all down the front of my shirt. Oy.

Off to the bathroom to take the shirt off and rinse it under chill water. I put on my jacket over my undershirt and spent about 20 minutes uncomfortably warm, but presentable, while waiting for the shirt to dry out enough to wear again. Working as I do in a small cubicle, few people see me from the front unless I get up, so I hoped this would be manageable for the last four hours. I had a lot of work to do so I didn't want to go home if I could avoid it. Alas, when I did finally put the shirt back on, the lingering smell of spicy beef forced the issue.

Home I go, to change back into the green T-shirt and put the other one in the wash. By counting part of it as my second break for the day, I managed to not lose too much time. I stayed a few minutes late at the end of the day to square things, or at least make an effort in that direction. My supervisor was sympathetic when I explained things, didn't think the backup shirt was inappropriate, and even understood my temptation to not come back at all when I went home (though she was glad I did, of course).


Is it weekend yet?

Comments

[z-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Hooray, these pants!

[cmdr-zoom.livejournal.com]

I almost used that as the title for this post, no lie.