There was a time, when, if I got to my office in the morning and realized I never switched my brown suede Birkenstocks out for my black dress shoes before I left the house, I would have gone home IMMEDIATELY. As it is, I am currently wearing a cream cable sweater with charcoal slacks and brown suede clogs. And I couldn’t give two flying shits.
(Where, exactly, did the “flying shit” phrase, and it’s millions of variations, originate?)
If I make it into work without spit-up on any of my clothing? I feel pretty damn accomplished. If my boobs haven’t leaked on my top? Then I feel put together. Hell, if I’ve just gotten out of my damn pajamas, I feel runway worthy.
How did this happen? When did I become so careless and apathetic about my appearance? I’ve actually shown up to work more often with my hair in a didn’t-feel-like-showering bun than I care to admit. And makeup? We’re talking foundation, powder, and mascara. And that is a huge step up from the NOTHING I was wearing for the last six months. And don’t get me started about my lack of jewelery. I used to be the QUEEN of accessories, but now? I’m not even wearing my damn wedding ring.
I’m simply a mess. I have until July to clean up my act for Blogher, so that if I meet any of you people, we can at least all PRETEND like I’m the type of woman who showers daily.
Whatever it is, I’ve got the same thing. I figure they’re lucky to have me, and I have lost all interest in looking good for ‘em. Kind of like a bad marriage?
even without showering you get invited to Blogher! That says something! Congrats
Oh wow.. you’re going to Blogher?? That’s only about 3 hours from here… Maybe I could at least go down for lunch, even if I can’t attend the conference..
Eh hem.. went out to dinner tonight UNSHOWERED, NO makeup and I have no excuse. I almost offerred (too many “r’s” there) the people in the next booth a clothespin for their nose..
Remember it is just work. As long as you do your job, who cares? There are more importatnt things in life to wear the right shoes to and bother with makeup for!
My favorite variation? “Flying f*** at a rolling donut.” (why is it I can swear on my own blog but not bring myself to do it on yours??)
Oh, and I MUST go to Blogher. I just posted a big long explanation about how even though that’s my due date, I could TOTALLY swing it. (If I do? I”ll totally pretend you shower daily.
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