I get the feeling that no one at work likes me or my coworker. We’re moving to a new building next week. Everyone else in the department was told that from today until the day we move, we can dress down. They figure jeans and t-shirts will make it more comfortable for us to pack our stuff. Well, no one told me or my coworker. We’re the only two people on this product line but we do have the same bosses as everyone else in the department. I could have worn jeans today Even more important, I could have worn sneakers today.
Actually, to be honest, I wouldn’t have worn jeans anyway. For the last year, I’ve been confined to one desk. Because of this, I haven’t been able to accumulate crap and I don’t have much to pack. I’d almost feel guilty if I wore jeans, knowing that I wouldn’t actually be packing.
But, the weather is changing so my knees are killing me. I would have really liked to wear sneakers today. I will wear sneakers next week.
In fact, when I go see my doctor next month, I’m going to have her give me an official doctor’s note saying I can wear sneakers whenever my knees hurt.
I’ll be wearing comfortable shoes while my coworkers wear heels
Serves them right. They should have told me.
While typing this completely pointless post, I’ve come to realize some things about myself and life:
I can sound very whiny and childish when I want to.
Revenge can be fun.
I am a grown woman who has to get a doctor’s note to wear sneakers to work. How pathetic.