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?"
"Heh heh...*sweating*...No."
I should have thrown in a PMS reference in there just to really seal the deal. God.
What What? What short sleeved blazer?
ReplyDeleteI don't know, it's brown plaid with kinda puffy shoulders...I might have gotten it from Carla actually now that I think about it.
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