Jeans Day

Today is Friday, which means i have the privilege of wearing jeans to work. Every time i wear jeans to work, i am reminded of my first week at my first 'big girl job'.

My coworkers were predisposed to disliking me, due to the fact that i, admittedly, got the job mostly because my mom used to date the executive director. They were cordial enough, but saying i had less than a receptive welcome would be a vast understatement. (To be fair, it was an admin assistant job, none of the other applicants had had any schooling past high school (with the exception of one woman who boasted a 'typing certificate'). Networking is perfectly acceptable, people! 'It pays to know people' still applies when you know people because they used to do your mom, thankyouverymuch.)

This being said, you can understand why i may have been a bit skeptical when a coworker said "no, really--we wear jeans on Fridays. you can even wear flip flops and tank tops. it's super casual." Sure. Sure--you'd like that, wouldn't you? Friday is probably black tie day and you're hazing me.

I wore a suit to work on my first Friday. Then, upon arriving, i discovered that fridays were, in fact, VERY casual (one of the older employees was even wearing leggings, a black bra, and a (VERY!) see-thru black tunic--which she attempted to rationalize by letting everyone know that she was 'going out tonight and wouldn't have time to change').

I quickly snuck out the back door, went to the bathroom, and changed into my 'backup outfit'. And bought the previously mentioned coworker a Frappuccino, in hopes of extinguishing the guilt i felt for so vehemently distrusting her.