Got the usual morning rush today--make-up, hair, clothes, out the door--and I get to work (after that lovely freezing-our-asses-off commute), take off the PARKA, settle in at my desk and realize that the suit I'm wearing is, uh....I would say not so fresh, but, its pretty much stinky-dirty.
I wonder how early I have to get up to allow my senses to be fully awake by the time I put my clothes on.
Seems the last time I wore this, I went out. And there must have been some dancing. Or, just general sweating.
A little of both.
....At least the pants and shirt are clean....gotta ditch the jacket, though, so people won't be afraid to approach my desk...
And, at least it doesn't smell like beer and/or anything else. Nothing frightening in the pockets....we can just pretend that never happened....