I need my gay office back

Today convinced me that being in a regular office again has taken all pride in appearance from me. With my move, I do not have my clothes organized or cleaned. It is taking much creativity to get appropriately dressed for work. Especially because unlike my last job, jeans and casual clothes are frowned upon. Except of course for 'casual Friday' where we are expected not to arrive in complete office attire. I have almost no clean office appropriate casual clothes.

I had one pair of white cotton trousers to wear today and they were clean. Unfortunately they are hip huggers and a little too large on me. As such they kept sliding down making my cute little buddha belly appear to be a huge beer gut. The only top I had that was long enough to cover the belly bulge was one of those tunic style shirts which make every woman who wears one look pregnant. I was no exception. To make matters worse, it was in a faded leopard print. A friend had been getting rid of old clothes and had given me some to consider, and that was one that was headed straight for charity. And yet, due to my lack of clothing choices, I had to wear it. In public.

All day I felt like I should be in a Reitman's commercial. This is a cheap clothing store in Canada and their target market is middle aged women. The current commercial shows some rail thin model in completely impractical (and in my mind fun and wild) couture, and then some dowdy plain woman in uninspired hideous clothing. The two are compared trying to do daily activities and the dowdy schlep always succeeds at taking out the trash or whatever mundane activity we are supposed to relate to. Then the fashion announcers at the end always say, "Haute couture - zero" Whatever! I hate the commercials because I would much rather wear impractical fun clothing than some fugly dowdy ensemble. And practical does not have to be ugly. But believe me, for me today, practical did mean ugly.

Hence tomorrow is designated laundry day. Or shopping. Whatever it takes to ensure that I will never again have to spend 9 hours in a train wreck of an ensemble.