I woke up this morning with a kind of vague awareness that I should look decent today because I had a morning meeting from 9 am – 10:30 am.  Okay, so I did the normal morning routine – only to find myself with three minutes left to leave my apartment before I missed the train, standing in front of my closet, staring in disbelief at the lack of appropriate clothing.

Two minutes left.  Frackalollipoppers!  I pulled on black pants and, against my better judgement, a green V-neck T-shirt… Yes, I knew I’d spend most of the day pretending that my T-shirt was befitting a morning meeting of serious intent, but I had little choice.  At least I felt like most other people would ignore my casual wardrobe without thought and so, by the time I arrived at work, I had rooted in my brain that I looked fine, maybe even good.

Morning meeting came and went quickly, me dashing around to fulfill my daily tasks even though a huge block of time had gone to the meeting.  So, at a quick stop in the ladies’ room just now (around 11:30 am), I assessed myself in the mirror. 

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight… I’m a mess.  An absolute mess.  My hair is beyond poofy, with some short hairs sticking directly out the top of my head and a huge wave thing jutting out the left side as if I’d slept on a roller coaster.  My green T-shirt is speckled with juice spots from my morning orange AND there’s deodorant markings on the bottom right side.  My pants, at some point, lost a button and – I’m absolutely freezing and it’s absolutely obvious which makes hiding in my cubicle the ONLY option for the rest of this hideous day.

But, at least I’m happy (not about the situation, but in general).