About midday, I managed to rip the button fastening my pants. It’s not that my pants were too tight, it’s just that during the lunch hour, in a moment of bad judgment, I ended up moving in a way where the button just got caught in a bad position. Yes, I had a belt, and that likely would have been enough to keep my pants up and my fly from coming undone. The mere possibility of having it all come undone with one false move though was just something I didn’t want to deal with so I wandered over to the Winners down the street. I found a similar pair of pants, brought them back to work, and changed as soon as I could. You know, in all honesty I felt kind of odd at having to wear clothes that I wasn’t intending on wearing at the beginning of the day. It’s like, at the beginning of the day there’s this image that I was choosing to present in the workplace, and one shift kind of threw it all off. Sure, it’s not like the new pants were off in any way, but mentally I just felt like I wasn’t in control of the situation.
Yeah, this is just more evidence of my daily neuroses. Bah.
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