Long days lead to exhaustion. Exhaustion leads to poor decisions. Poor decisions lead to bigger problems. Sometimes, said problems are hilarious. Yesterday was one of those days.
My days normally go like this:
Wake up. Shower. Leave for work . All done before 6am.
Get to work. By 6:45am.
Work. Until 6:30-ish.
Drive home. Get there about 7:30-ish.
Eat. Try to relax. Go to bed. Sometime around 10pm.
Yesterday, I woke up in a bit of a funk. I was hurting and so tired, despite several hours of sleep. Getting up at 4:55am can make you think some crazy things. So a conversation in my head sounded like this:
Me: Gah! I’m sooooo tired.
Brain: Me, too. You know what? Skip the shower. You took one late last night, anyway.
Me: Good thinking. Thanks, Brain!
(insert slogging around the house as I determine what the hell I want to wear)
Brain: You know what? Just wear your pajamas and bring your clothes with you? That way, you’ll have time to get your body in gear before you put on your business clothes.
Me: Brilliant!
So off I went, into the day. Wore pajamas to work. Felt good, striding into the office at 6:45 in yoga pants, an enormous t-shirt and flip-flops. I was still a little stiff, but warming up into the day. Got into my office, closed the door, and began to change into something more presentable. I had tried on the dress only once before, but didn’t zip it all the way up, once I saw that it would easily fit.
That was my first mistake.
I went to zip it up, and with the very last pull of the zipper, the pulley came off and the entire dress split down the side, revealing all my bits and bobbles, from my boobs all the way down to my ass. Yeah…. not awesome. So what’s a girl to do?
This girl stayed in her pajamas, in her office (with the door shut), until JC Penney opened. At 9:45, I donned my flip-flops, and proceeded to return the dress.
Walking in, I felt pretty out of place (and you should know, I almost *never* feel out of place, anywhere, at any time). The gal at the register was nice enough, and I got the store credit so I could go look for a new dress.
There I am, walking around in some serious hobo-looking pajamas, with hair and makeup totally done. Then, I get a text from BFF#1, describing how she is trying to explain syllabic emphasis when speaking spanish, to her kiddo. She’s spelled it out, literally, and I laugh out loud, literally.
I’m sure, at this point, that the good peeps at JCP think I am certifiable.
In the end, I do find a new dress. And I go back to work, change into it, and work the rest of my day in something more presentable than hobo PJs.
But the lessons are as follows:
- I need a backup outfit at work.
- I need to plan my outfits better.
- I need cuter pajamas.
- And lastly: Never ever assume that the zipper will zip all the way.
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Due to my lack of sleep on Monday, I managed to give myself a paper cut on my lip while trying to juggle too many things (including manila folders) and open a door all at once.