Today was a big day. My first day back to work after being off for two months. Up at 6:00AM after a surprisingly good night's sleep. I was actually sort of excited about going back to work. After living in jeans and sweats for the past sixty something days the prospect of getting dressed up was kind of fun. I opted for a new skirt that I had recently purchased off the clearance rack at Kohl's (originally a 49.00 skirt I paid less than 10.00. Score), and my snazzy red coat (a Salvation Army purchase, 5.00. Big score). I left the house feeling rather pretty and since I was all dressed up, rather than going through the drive thru at Starbucks I went inside to get my coffee. The nice girl behind the counter even complimented me on my coat and I thought this was going to be a wonderful day.When I got to the office everyone was happy to see me. Some because they genuinely missed me, others because their workload had increased exponentially while I was gone. It's nice to be needed and even better to be truely missed. The first half of the day I spent wading through a ridiculous number of e-mails and a large pile of papers stacked neatly on my desk patiently awaiting my return. When lunch time came around I went to Longs Drug Store to purchase a few items and to kill some time before heading back to the office for the afternoon. Lots of people smiled at me and I decided that it must be because I was dressed so nice.
The second half of the day went as well as the first. That is, until about 4:30 when I made a horrific discovery. I was on the phone with my daughter, Lindsey, when I happened to look down at my feet. I let out an enormous gasp and poor Lindsey thought I was choking to death on something. When I could finally speak again I filled her in. On my left foot I wore a sexy black boot and on my right was a lovely brown one. She clearly thought this was quite funny because for several seconds she wasn't making any noise. That's what happens when you are laughing so hard that there is no air exchange.
You would think that someone might have noticed this at some point today and kindly made me aware that I had made a fashion faux pas. But no. I walked around for the entire day, feeling pretty, but looking like a complete dweeb (this, by the way, is a genuine word, I looked it up. It means nerd, geek dork or loser). OMG.
As I was leaving the office tonight I asked my very good friend Serena if she thought there was anything wrong with my wardrobe, she said no, then she looked down at my feet and I thought she was going to wet her pants. We were laughing so hard that others in the office naturally had to come and see what was so funny. There was no escaping unnoticed. Everyone got a good laugh at my expense, including me. Oh well. If you can't laugh at yourself, someone else will, right?
Happy Monday everyone.
