righteous indignance

first of all, a warm welcome to two of our newest blog readers! as my good blogmate and i have stated before, we think the best way to encourage our readers to comment is to write directly about them. with that, let me begin my protest of a recent conversation:

my blogmate and i are lucky enough to work with these two women who, although they work in a department related to ours, don't see us every day, and we know each other better socially than professionally. this is generally a good thing, because they're fun girls (and not just because one of them used to be a bartender and can mix 26 drinks in 4 minutes). but i stopped by their office to say hi the other day, and we started discussing their impressions of the people in our department. it turns out they've decided that my blogmate is the more laid-back of the two of us, who can tolerate more disorganization, and i'm definitely the anal-retentive one who can't stand it if someone doesn't adhere to policy. this they base on a particular day where i showed up wearing an orange shirt and orange socks.

now, it doesn't actually bother me that they think i'm anal retentive, although my blogmate is the one who keeps getting nominated for stuff like the form-making committee and i'm the one who has lost my work id five times in the last year. and it doesn't bother me that they're making this decision based on one of my apparently notable clothing choices. i would, however, like to protest that they think my outfit was consciously put together, since this was my extensive fashion reasoning:

1. i have a pair of bright orange socks with little daisies on them, and as much as i love them, you can't wear orange socks with just anything.
2. i had a clean orange shirt which is furry and comfortable, but which has a hole in the side that needed covering.
3. too much orange and a need to cover the hole in the shirt meant i stuck my black fleece vest, which i bought for $4 from unique thrift store in bridgeport over the top of the ensemble. (it's funny, quick-shot, that you think this was a put-together look, because my blogmate asked me repeatedly the whole winter when i was going to stop wearing that thing and put it in the laundry already.)
4. add the less-wrinkled khakis and head for work.

quick-shot's partner in crime will note that when she read our blog profile, she questioned me on our dislike of designer jeans, and i couldn't even answer her question about what constitutes designer jeans, since the only jeans i know about are the the one pair i have with a huge hole in the butt, and the other pair i have without the huge hole in the butt.

so. miss quick-shot and miss fancy-pants (your official blog names until you start participating enough to give yourselves new ones), i may do a lot of quirky things, but putting effort into my dress is not one of them.

ps. don't think i'm letting you get away with "oh, j___? he's nobody..." either.