I have a hard time getting a mental image of y’all. Even those I know (Ike, Mel, Manny, Alpha, a few others), I don’t know where you’re posting from. So, what are you wearing right now, and where are you?
WHAT I’M WEARING: Dove-gray wool suit, pink oxford blouse, black 2" pumps, pearl choker.
WHERE I AM: Classic “Dilbert” cubicle, on the 20th floor of a midtown Manhattan office building. I don’t have any personal stuff pinned up—no photos, postcards, etc.—because I like to keep “work” and “home” separate.
WHAT I’M WEARING: black t-shirt with a pocket in the front, where my pen is (yeah, what a nerd). My gold Gargoyle sunglasses are hanging from the collar. Faded blue Levis, 560s I believe. Dark brown hiking boots. Jewelry-wise, a cheap Armitron watch and a class ring (1996, Texas Tech, Philosophy) with a diamond double-T where the stone usually is on class rings.
WHERE I AM: in my carrel at the law school, in the basement of the law library, alternately reading the SDMB and my Criminal Law textbook (next class).
I’m wearing a long black skirt, black stockings, 2-inch black slingbacks, a creme rayon blouse and a creme cardigan, and my hair in a rather severe bun. And an emerald ring.
I’m posting from another very Dilbert cubicle in a cold building (mine’s only one story tall though - it’s rural here so’s we kin spread out). I don’t have anything in my cube I’d take with me if I quit/ got fired, except for my Onion page a day calendar.
Until I read your post I was in a t shirt and panties… then I realized I didnt want to be the only one…So I’m now wearing a blue sweatshirt from the Arctic College and black leggings. I’m working at home today otherwise I would be wearing jeans and a sweater at work.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
Well, I work (for now) in a casual office. I’ve got on a white turtleneck, a black, white and tan sweater vest and black Levi’s. Black socks with dark, dark brown Eastland loafers with the fringy little flap on them.
WHAT I’M WEARING: From top to bottom. Gold-tone barrette holding the sides of my hair away from my face, center, back of head. Small dangly earrings, gold-tone. Off-white cotton turtleneck sweater (no vertical ribs), olive-colored khakis, brown LaCrosse boots.
WHERE I AM: I work on a high floor of the U.S. Courthouse in downtown Minneapolis. I’m in a large, open room which houses our copier, two printers, two servers, two chairs for guests and my desk. My desk is L-shaped, dark oak. On my I have a picture of my husband and another of my husband holding our dog. I also have a vase of pussy willows on my desk. I have seven Beanie Babies on top of my computer (I only own seven and will be donating them when I leave for my new job.). On the wall behind my monitor there is an aerial photograph of Dover Air Force Base on the left, my 395-Corgis-A-Year calendar in the center and a framed print of a Greek column on the right.
Too much information? Hey, you asked.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.
i’m wearing a green sweater, a white turtle neck, a pair of faded jeans, and my comfy fuzzy yellow socks
i’m sitting at my desk in my bedroom. i’m watching t.v. and waiting for the dryer to finish it’s load.
i thinking about taking a walk later this afternoon with my 4 year-old and splitting a happy meal with her.
An oversized, band collar denim shirt that I borrowed from my roomie, a pair of loose green trousers that I bought at a renaissance fair, grey cotton panties, and cheap sandals.
No bra today, because the washing machine ate my good one this morning, and none of the others could be found.
I am wearing…black rayon pantsuit with white trimmed color. Black boots…you’ll find out why in a moment. Gold earrings…plain loop type. Gold and silver watch.
I work in the Service Building second floor of a nuclear power plant for the local public electrical utility. We are inside the “protected area” which means we have a 12 foot tall fence surrounding the plant with barbed wire around the top…and with survelliance cameras on the fences. At least I’m safe.
I have pictures of my son on my desk. I collect turtles so I have part of my collection on my overhead shelf…the rest are at home.
“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda
Senior Intern to
El Presidente
Self-Righteous Clique *
Since us engineers tend to be pretty casual; we never know when we might have to run to filthy job site, I’m wearin’ a pair o’ Levi’s and a denim shirt. Fridays are the really casual days tho’ and I get to wear my chicken suit with the swim fins and snorkel.
The building I’m in is a old converted Packard dealership in lovely downtown Toledo. It is now quite modern. The first floor, where I happen to be, is ringed along the outer walls with about 8 offices. The center of the room is about 70 x 40 feet with some permanent L-shaped partitions about 6’ feet high. This entire space is open to the second floor and gives us a pretty nice wide open area. Above us, on the second floor is the company that owns the building and they’ve got a mezzanine which circles the open area with their offices on the outside of that.
Personal stuff on the walls and desk? Not much except a picture of a Harpoon missile launch I witnessed when I worked for a defense contractor. And about 30 engineering reference books I’ve purchased over the years. (And my collection of shiny objects.)
“A bird in the hand is the Devil’s workshop; it is the goose that laid the bad apple.” - TennHippie
I can’t spell or finish a story. White trimmed collar. I have on boots because the asphalt inside the plant area tears the heels up on most shoes…once inside the building you can change into nice heels if you want…but who wants to drag an extra pair of shoes to work every day.
“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda
Senior Intern to
El Presidente
Self-Righteous Clique *
I’m wearing one of my many polo-type shirts, black jeans, charcoal socks, and black shoes. Watch, wedding band, no other jewelry. My head is wearing short brown hair, a goatee, and a silvery pair of titamium-frame glasses (I’m allergic to the nickel in cheap frames and have to wear the non-reactive kind).
I’m posting from work (don’t tell!). I’m on the fifth floor of a smallish office building in Irving, TX (which is basically a suburb of Dallas). My cubicle is full of stacks of papers, magazines, publications put out by my trade association, and lots of pictures of my son. to either side of my computer are stacks of blues, jazz, and funk CDs, among which are a smattering of piano pop (e.g. Bruce Hornsby) CDs. There’s a Dilbert candy dispenser (empty) on top of my monitor. Some of my framed art photography is on the one real wall; I’m also lucky enough to have a window – it looks out on one of Microsoft’s office buildings in the area. The effect is akin to being on a merchant vessel, watching a pirate ship swoop down on you.
I’m at work. Today I’m wearing a grey pin-striped double-breasted skirt suit. just a little black teddy type shirt underneath. Black stockings, black, slightly chunky 3 inch heels. no jewelry.
If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.
-Albert Einstein
What I’m wearing: Black turtleneck, jeans with satin trim at the cuffs, and black boots with a 2" heel. Jewelry: Silver hoops in my first ear piercing, silver studs in the second. Silver cross necklace, 2 silver rings on the ring finger of my left hand, one on the pinky of my right hand, plus my Guess watch I’ve had for 7 years. (Hey, it goes with everything! Why buy a new one!)
Where I is: my LOVELY Dilbert cubicle on the 10th floor of a building in downtown Silver Spring. (suburb of Washington DC) I have postcards and a few personal pics on the wall, a Dilbert page-a-day calendar, an old-looking radio my dad gave me with an ivy on top, a suit hanging from the corner in case I have a client meeting, and tons of notes, environmental abstracts, and other crap strewn all over the place. Oh, and I have a window with a great view of the Metro station down the street.
“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!”
