I'm back to work full-time, at a real job, in a real office. The first week went very well. At least, I think it went well. I'm not sure how my boss feels, but a good time was had by me. Much to my dismay and chagrin, however, none of my coworkers wear yoga pants and t-shirts to work. So that means that my other work uniform of flannel pajama pants and a hoodie is probably also just outside the confines of the dress code.
Shopping isn't my least favorite thing in the world, because dental surgery and toilet cleaning are worse. I went shopping yesterday with my usual total lack of enthusiasm, and forced myself to try things on before I bought them. I don't feel comfortable in most work-appropriate things, but I suppose that work isn't necessarily the place to feel comfortable. I even bought some things.
Every so often, I decide that I need to try clothes that are different from what I usually wear. I always wear this color, I'll think, or all of my tops are cut the same way. I should try something else. But then I do, and I realize that there's a reason why all of my clothes look the same. So now I'll need to return most of what I bought yesterday, and go buy some newer versions of the kinds of things that I always wear. Super fun. Dental surgery still retains its previous rank, but toilet-cleaning just moved up a notch.
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