My coworker gave me a big hug before he left. I didn’t cry. But I am sad.
He’s on FB, I will have to friend-request him, I guess. Only thing is, I’m almost never on there, anymore. It started to bum me out, so I’ve kind of stayed away from it.
There is a socially awkward group that’s kind of cool.
I’ve worn this coat all day, zipped up. I could probably get away with my little black tanks underneath it, and no one would be the wiser.
I’m not saying I’m going to do that. Because what if I got hot? Also, I probably shouldn’t flout the dress code.
When I think back, I realize that disregard for dress standards has always, always been a problem for me. Even as a Catholic school girl.
No, we did not have the whole sexy uniform thing going in high school. No plaid skirts or dresses. We were supposed to wear the polo shirts and khaki pants. But I think I often found loopholes to wear more of what I wanted. We all did.
Then in college, working retail? Yikes. That’s all I can really say about my stylistic choices. As in, where were the other halves of my skirts/ dresses/ tops? And somehow, I totally got away with it!
But I don’t really think it’s a good idea, here, to push the envelope on dress. I want to express my uniqueness, but I also want to make a good impression. So they’ll promote me.
Already time to go. More later.