One of the best things about my job is the fact that I can roll out of bed and stumble bleary-eyed to my desk a mere 20 feet away. Heck, I don't even have to brush my teeth, if I don't wanna.
Usually I type for about an hour, sucking down my Senseo, until my body wakes up enough to hop into the shower.
After that, I have two choices. If I plan to go anywhere during the day, I put on my "uniform." That consists of a polo shirt onto which I've embroidered my company name. Heck, it's free advertising, right? On days I plan to stay home, I opt for pure comfort...sweat pants and a t-shirt. And since there's not an iota of comfort in a brassiere, it definitely doesn't come out of my dresser. That's right, I let my boobs hang low and wiggle to and fro.
Since Ohio was blanketed under a Winter Weather Advisory today, I knew my butt was gonna be Velcroed to my desk chair, so I stuck with the old "sweats and t-shirt" plan.
Unfortunately, plans don't always go...well, according to plan.
My doorbell rings.
Assuming it is someone soliciting for a charity or some other useless nonsense (yeah, I'm a hardened soul), I open the front door, only to find Dr. N, a client I've had for 5 years. And I'm standing there in jammie pants, no socks, a ratty t-shirt, and no bra. Yeah, that's me, I'm a true professional.
Ugh.
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LOL! So what'd Dr. N want?
ReplyDeleteKnowing that I'm a true Techno-Geek, she stopped by to see if I could get her voice recorder to work because it kept freezing up on her.
ReplyDeleteThe good news is that it is now working, the bad news is that my inbox is jammed full of long dic from her! Oh hell, that's good news too. That's just extra money to pay for more electronic gadgets. :)