You know how sometimes you're faced with two options, and to choose Option "A" would mean you're probably a reasonably classy human being...but to choose Option "B" would mean you're headed down the crushed-beer-can-strewn path directly to trailer-trashdom? No? May be it's just me. Anyway, it seems I just can't keep myself from resisting the sweet Siren's song of Option B. Because, as I've stated before: LAB = Ghetto.
I can't believe I'm admitting this. But you're not going to be the least bit surprised by it.
At my office, we're rotating temporary staff members throughout the week this summer because my full-time coworker is on maternity leave through September. I'm here every weekday, and since we try to have two people here at all times, in any given week I work with two or three different people. All of whom are supposed to do my bidding, but we all know how that's been working out for me.
So I came to work on Monday dressed in an awesome new outfit that I had just put together. Nothing makes you feel better than knowing that you look pretty good! I even straightened my hair and wore heels. Watch your back, Kate Middleton, I'm coming for you!
On Tuesday morning, I was in my closet feeling moderately hung over and completely underwhelmed by my wardrobe options. I looked longingly at my Monday outfit, which was hanging nicely on the rack (it's a dry-clean-only ensemble, and since it was the first time I had worn it I was planning to wear it one more time before sending it to the cleaners).
And then I realized: my Monday coworker and my Tuesday coworker are two different people. And my boss hadn't been to the office at all on Monday. And none of the HOA staff had stopped by my office on Monday. And I hadn't met any potential home buyers on Monday. And Jeff hadn't seen me in my work clothes at all on Monday.
Do you see where this is headed?...down the crushed-beer-can-strewn path directly to trailer-trashdom, perhaps?
Yep - you guessed it! I put on my smokin' hot Monday outfit for a Tuesday revival.
I wore the exact same outfit to the office two days in a row. Not twice in one week. Two. Consecutive. Days. And screw you guys, I felt great wearing it the second time.
In case it raises your opinion of me, I did change my undergarments. I'm not a complete animal.
I make no apologies.