On the outside, I try to project an image of having it all together. But underneath that, I'm kind of a disaster. Hence... the name of the site: GlossyVeneer. Green t-shirt.
Grey yoga pants.
Red fleece jacket.
Purple socks.
Nobody has to see the mismatch and I can layer for warmth to my heart’s content.
Telecommuting Bonus #10
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“No he’s not retarded!”
– Sixteen Candles
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But are you wearing the socks on your hands by any chance?
This post is reminds me of a funny book my children have called Blue Hat, Green Hat.
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I’m so jealous! I HATE having to figure out what to wear to the office every day!
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LVGurl: HA! That cracked me up.
180/360: No, the socks aren’t on my hands simply because I couldn’t type that way! But there have been days when I’ve contemplated cutting the fingertips off gloves and wearing those. That would be REALLY hot!
Tanya: It is frustrating to figure out what to wear to work each day, but sometimes… I miss that. In fact, I kind of wonder if I’ve gone too far into the “no style zone” lately!
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Oh yeah, my last job was at an internet company, so I definitely took advantage of no one caring what I looked like.
But it definitely can go to far, when I started at the office job I have now, I had to buy a bunch of new clothes since everything I wore was not appropriate – sweats and jeans are not really allowed.
