I am officially the worst person ever.
Today I was wearing jeans, a short-sleeve shirt, and a short-sleeve blazer which I believe I found in the back of my sister's closet.
My boss asked me, "Why are YOU so dressed up?"
First of all, it's a sad state of affairs when me in jeans and a frumpy blazer looks dressed up. I really need to try harder.
Secondly, I wore dresses all week last week, SIR.
Really, I think what he was implying was, "Well well. Blazer, eh? Someone have an interview at lunch perhaps??" (I honestly didn't. And God knows I wouldn't have worn this blazer if I had, but that's neither here nor there.)
So, considering all these factors added to the fact that work is currently at Threat Level Midnight over here and I have no time for pleasantness I said, "Well to tell you the truth, I don't really fit these pants anymore and this blazer covers it up nicely. So I'm not actually dressed up. I just feel fat."
********AWKWARD SILENCE ALL AROUND**************
"...Aren't you glad you asked?"
I should have thrown in a PMS reference in there just to really seal the deal. God.