Every morning I leave the house and it seems that my entire wardrobe seems to leave with me. On any given day I am toting around three different outfits. There is the fabulous black dress pant/ spaghetti perma-stained white button up combo that comes with black non-slip shoes. Then, on a separate hanger you would find a casual business combo of dress slacks with some top and high heels. And finally what I trudge out the door with every morning as I head to campus, the classic jeans and a tee shirt. Throughout the day I change clothes several times: from campus to job #1 (wearing business attire); from job #1 to job #2 (wearing server attire). The system works and it gets me from point A to point B to point C on time.
Yesterday the system failed because I woke up late. I didn't have time to gather all 800 articles of clothing so I jetted out the door and decided to leave class a little early so I could come home and get the necessary garb. It would require a really quick scene change at my apartment, but I would make it work.
2:00 p.m. rolled around and I unfurled my plan. I left class just early enough to allow me to walk to my car, drive the three blocks home, run up stairs to my apartment, and grab the serving clothes. With 20 minutes until I had to be to work, and a 30-min drive ahead of me I was more than out of time. Like a tornado I stripped off the jeans and t-shirt from "campus wear" and practically leapt into my "office wear": dress slacks and a short sleeve sweater. Out the door!
I was feeling good about things once I got to the office. Feeling productive. Happy. On top of the world. My boss came in to talk with me and as I turned my head to see her in the doorway I caught a glimpse of what looked like a seam on my shoulder. What the?
"Is my SHIRT on inside out??" I exclaimed to Tara. I automatically reached up behind my head and found the tag of my sweater waving freely. Seems out. Tags out. I looked ridiculous. Glad my boss could see this moment. Awesome. Time to be funny, make a joke of it I thought.
"Well, at least I remembered to put on pants!" I joked. As I said this I crossed my legs so I could dramatically point out how great my pants looked. Anything to draw attention away from the shirt folly. When I crossed my legs the pant leg came up just over my shoe to reveal the number one faux paus: white socks with black shoes and dress pants. I had forgotten to change my socks!!!
Great. There I sat, a vision of professionalism in an inside out sweater and white running socks. I'm willing to accept the nomination to go on What Not to Wear at any time now. In fact, my boss would really thank you for it.
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OH MY GOSH! I've done that before! Once I did that for an Interview.. totally forgot my Interview outfit, that I should have changed into after school.. made it all the way down town {from Sandy} to go to my Interview, and then had to go to Gateway super fast to buy a skirt! THEN I forgot my nylons! {and it was a job with the freakin' LDS church!} I'm still reeling from the fact that they hired me. When I was wearing.. a too-tight blouse, with a brand-new khaki skirt which of course still had the crease from the store down the front, no nylons, and FLIP FLOPS. Awe man..
Ah Nicole- that is classic! I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one feeling the pain of wardrobe trauma!
oh kathy - this is great. so sorry to laugh at your expense, but thanks for the story.
I love it! You should totally go on that show - I've always wanted to just for the haircut. I know, sounds weird. But I'm in a rut & want a change. I think it would be fun to just sit down and let them do whatever.
That's be awesome, i'd be jealous of you if you actually got on that show, but it'd be so cool!
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