What happens when you work for a company for more than five years? People get used to you being there; you become a part of the interior, an inevitable part of everyday life, like a hurricane in Florida. When you try to prove a point, people think that you bitch; when you bitch, people wait till you stop. Eventually you forget to shower in the morning or brush your hair, and you start coming to work in pajamas. I am not kidding, because I myself wear pajamas to work. Why? Because I am invisible, or better yet, I am a chair that is so comfortable to sit on that no one really cares what I look like.
Wearing pajamas to work comes with benefits:
1. You don’t have to change clothes more than once a day. I will explain. Put fresh pajamas on in the morning. When you come home – you can use the same pajamas in the kitchen to cook dinner. The same pajamas work for relaxing in front of TV. Then, when you go to bed – you already wear pajamas!
2. Less laundry! Imagine having to wash half as many clothes. You save on detergent, electric and water bills go down and most importantly you have more time to be creative.
3. All you have to shop for are pajamas! Pajamas shopping is easy. You come to, pretty much, any store, you buy pajamas, you leave. 10 minutes most. 15 minutes if you look for house shoes that go with your new pajamas.
However, this works until you get a job interview. You can’t show up for the interview with dirty hair, smelling like a pig and wearing pajamas. You got to invade your closet, or, if you like me, who spent last 3 years on the couch playing WOW and can’t fit into old clothes, you have to go shopping. I had to go shopping. I hate shopping. Nevertheless, I went.
Dillard’s met me with racks of shorts, t-shirts, cargo pants, halter dresses on one side and shapeless suits, that even my grandmother wouldn’t wear, on another. The same situation waited for me in JC Penney: sundresses, tasteless blouses, and tons of jeans. Blue jeans, red and black jeans, skinny jeans, jeans with holes and torn out threads. The smaller stores, although not as pathetic, still didn’t have what I was looking for. I was looking for a simple elegant suit which wouldn’t make me look as a just-graduated-paying-student-loan or sorry-escaped-from-my-sister-wedding interviewee. I had no luck. After two hours, when my legs felt as if I just finished plowing a field, I demanded an answer from one of the store’s employee:
“Where can I buy a suit?”
To Be Continued…