…today is my last day to wear these pants (that I don’t, I am sad to say, have a photo of to share with you). It’s not very often that, as I wear an item of clothing, I know it’s the last time, and even less often that I’m actually sad about that. More often, if I know it’s the last time, it’s because it fits wrong or I end up feeling frumpy in it or decide it’s ugly or I have nothing proper to wear with it (or, in the case of shoes, decide that they were created by Satan himself because they hurt that bad, as only women’s shoes can do).
Well, it’s true that my pants no longer exactly fit. I bought them… back when I lived by the Fairgrounds, from Vicky’s (some of the only clothing ever purchased from them, this pair of pants in 2 colors, one that was more of a stone and quickly stained, and this pair, which is a darker, more camel-y khaki), and was until recently the correct size. They’re not as bad as some of my other pants which actually went into storage, so poorly did they fit, but they still don’t look the best. I have to wear them higher up on my waist than I’d prefer (because parts of me are still slightly more slender than others, as I have not yet turned completely into a peach), which means that the crotch rides up high (rather uncomfortable), and that the legs are a tad shorter than they should be. So, not exactly the fashionista icon I’d like to be today. Whatever.
That’s not why it’s their last day, though. I’d keep them around, in storage of course, if that were it. No, truth be told, I have worn these pants too much, and there are big frayed spots and the hems. Were I still 19, it would be totally acceptable. But more than 10 years later, it no longer is. Not exactly workplace appropriate, and that’s what khakis are for (the workplace).
So, tonight I will say farewell to these pants, which have stayed with me longer than many other pairs of khakis (I seem to own quite a few, and go through them often - can we say “wardrobe staple” ?). They will most likely find their way into the Goodwill pile, unless I find a really wicked website that tells me how to turn them into a skirt that doesn’t look like… a skirt made out of a pair of pants. So, Goodwill it is, then.
I did spend some time at Goodwill on Friday while I waited for a prospective buyer to look at our house (haven’t heard anything, but it’s much too soon), and got some neat stuff. It still has to be washed, and I still haven’t ironed and photographed my last Goodwill/thrifting haul, so it looks like I’ve got a lot to do this week.
I’ve been bored at work for … well, all summer long, and a co-worker discovered today that his website (which I “broke” last winter) looks wonky and he asked me to fix it. Fine, though truth be told I didn’t know how (I would have fixed it when I broke it if I could have), so I got a little technical support from everyone’s favorite computer guy,
. It’s mostly fixed, though there was quite a bit of frustration on my part directed at the guy who designed it (who has since left our department, and then retired a few weeks ago). One stupid detail involves my needing to go into every single page on the site and move the </div> to before the footer tag instead of after it (it’s the only way I can get the footer to center), which is ridiculous that I should have to do that. Then, while I was still trying to fix that problem, I discovered that the menu doesn’t work unless you’re in the main (parent) directory. That’s stupid, and while I know how to fix it, with the site design the way it is, I can’t figure out where exactly to put the code to default the links. Grr.
As I was sitting there trying to figure it out, I nearly put my head down on my desk and cried, I was so frustrated with it all (I have spared you the most boring and yet absolutely annoying details because you really don’t care that much). It was at that point that I realized it was after 1:30 and I hadn’t eaten lunch, and had only some yogurt for breakfast, and perhaps my overly emotional state was due to that and not html coding?
It seems I may have been on to something there, as when I got up to go find some lunch, I felt a little sick, I was so hungry. Fixed that right up, though, with some soup (yes, 90* weather is not exactly soup weather, but it sounded good) and a bagel. Also while I was out, I got a perfume sample of Sensuous by Estee Lauder. The lady at the counter was nice enough to spray it on the card for me (my hands were a bit full) and mist my wrist, so that I can find out if I’m allergic. She was truly horrified that I was allergic to Beyond Paradise after wearing it for nearly 5 years. Yeah, yeah, old hat by now. I’ve been itchy for the last week or so, and was especially itchy yesterday (all over, no kidding, head to toe without exception), for no reason (OK, yesterday’s itching I can possibly attribute to our trip to the cabin this weekend, so it was either the well water - unlikely - or the towel I used on Sunday morning after my shower - laundry detergent, a likely culprit - so I’ve learned my lesson and will bring my own towels from now on washed in some safe detergent, when I find some).
Also, (man, I’ve been talkative today, huh) I have decided that I don’t actually like our “new” co-worker (the one who’s supposed to answer the phones, but doesn’t). I’m OK with this, and realize that often we have to deal with co-workers who are less than ideal. I just finally gave up on trying to like her despite her obvious flaws.
And with the hating of my job today came (at a very appropriate time) a renewed commitment to getting good grades and finishing my schooling, because there are very few escapes from this job, and I’m not really on board with getting knocked up (which is only a temporary solution at that, and a rather poor reason to bring a child into the world, don’t you think?).
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