about 6 years ago i was working at a barnes & noble. the dress code there was “retail business casual” - no t-shirts, no jeans, no (obvious) sneakers. i bought a pair of drawstring linen pants. they were light green, had nice deep pockets for sticking work related detritus in, looked good with my endless array of black shirts, very comfortable. one day, a fellow employee came back into my section, a young woman who always managed to look like she had just walked off the runway of a Neo Soul For the Office fashion show. she gave me a once-over and said, “oh, so we’re wearing scrubs to work now?”
i went home that night and tossed those pants into the bag of stuff going to goodwill.
this memory just popped into my head 15 minutes ago after i ironed the new cream colored jeans i was so excited to debut today - and suddenly realized they look like ill fitting painter’s pants.
in case you were wondering how my morning is going. now if you’ll excuse me, i have an appointment with my kind of crappy doctor, where i will keep my eyes closed as i stand on the scale but it won’t matter because they announce the number loudly.
