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Monday, December 13, 2010

A Snow Filled Morning...

So, we don't have as much snow as those of you reading this in Wise County, but at least we have snow...except that two inches of snow here seems to be like a blizzard.  During my morning commute, I did not meet a snow plow until I was about 10 minutes from work.....I really needed to meet one (at least a sand or salt truck) when I pulled out of my driveway in my front-wheel drive car.  Oh well.  I made it to work in a record breaking hour and thirty minutes. 

When we all woke up this morning and discovered the snow, I was really glad that it was a dress down week at work.  So, I put on my jeans, a nice t-shirt (is there such a thing?), my trusty blue fuzzy (which Greg dreams of burning), and sneakers.  I am into wearing a jacket over a shirt lately because my right boob is now residing in its own zip code (we weaned the baby last week...so it has been a while).  One side of me looks sort of like Dolly Parton and the other side like Meg Ryan...in case you needed a visual.  If you didn't, I'm sorry.  Anyway, I didn't have any meetings, so it would just be me, my blue fuzzy, and my computer.  Oh, and Greg unearthed my giant yellow parka/ski jacket/whatever for me to wear.  I figured that if I was going to get stuck on the side of the road (it has happened before...Ted. G. Bolling Road, Wise, VA, winter 2009), I wanted to be warm.

I make it to work, and soon after I log on to my computer, which won't judge me based on my attire, I read an e-mail reminding me about the campus-wide staff/faculty lunch.  With the President.  So...me and my blue fuzzy, sneakers, and giant yellow coat are going to lunch with everyone else on campus.  Talk about insecurities.  There were people there in suits.  And ties.  And skirts.  And heels.  And then, there was me.  Easily visible in the giant yellow coat.  Oh well.  I did see one person in a bright red velour Christmassy, pajammy thing.  She and I should have had a table together. 

1 comment:

  1. What did he expect? It was casual week at work. I say the people who dressed up should be ashamed of themselves for breaking the dress code that day. Who wears heels in the snow?

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