I have a job right now. It’s 9-5 job–well, technically it’s a 9-6 job with a mandatory unpaid hour-long lunch. I know that I’ve said this before, but it needs to be said again: I have a degree in theatre and creative writing. I feel so many things. I’d say that on average, 90% of my day consists of just sitting somewhere and being emotional about nothing. To cope with this, I’ve done a number of things:
1) Drawing 3D boxes all over my work notebook, and then analyzing what that might mean (“Perhaps my creative self is trying to tell my professional self that I have boxed us in! All of the Keelys are in a box!”)
2) Constantly eating. Just constantly.
3) Venting my frustrations by creating my own memes. Here is a completely not random sampling:
4) Trying to figure out what to wear to work. This is difficult, because for three and a half years, I was academically required to play dress-up. It’s now ingrained in me that if I wake up feeling sassy and free-spirited like Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, I not only can, but should go ahead and dress up like her–because it’s what I feel, and goddamn you if you disagree, and god bless the outcasts.
I just have no idea how to dress for work. I’ve tried skirts, dresses, tights, slacks, everything. My only safe bet is to wear all black, because when I’ve tried to integrate any kind of color into my work attire, someone makes some kind of veiled (or unveiled comment). Here is s medley of my favorite comments:
Nice pantsuit! I had one just like in the ’70s! –Building Maintenance Man
You make such interesting shoe choices. –Coworker
That’s a brave outfit. –Building Janitor
I try to just brush it off with a toss of my hip-scarf as I shimmy away. But where do you draw the line? It has to fall somewhere between dishy Esmeralda’s ever-bared shoulders, and Dana Scully’s hermaphroditic pantsuits.