A Story About My Day
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sisabetSo today, for whatever reason, I decided to get dolled up and purty to go to work. Normally, this happens because laundry day was skipped and I am out of clean trousers. Today, for whatever reason, was not the case. Laundry day was Sunday, so there remains a stockpile of nice, clean pants.
But today I decided to wear my brown tweed skirt. I have mentioned my unhealthy love of tweed before, right? Cause I am bonkers for the stuff and I have been since I was a little girl. I cried for tweed skirts and jackets and looked longingly back on Fall catalogues as my mother stuffed seersucker down my throat. Sometimes being Southern sucks.
So - I think the desire to get all dressy today was dominated by the fact that my available tweed days are certainly dwindling and I do love this skirt. It hit just under my knees and I pair it with my dark brown half-calf three inch pointy heels boots that just make me feel really tall and hot. AND - special bonus feature today and today only: red sweater and brown fishnet stockings. Now, the stockings themselves were kind of daring (for me) but since they were really trendy about 3 years ago, by now they have faded to a Dramatic, but valid, hosiery choice. I have put much thought into this, by the way - if I thought about my 401k as much as I think about pantyhose, I could tell ya what that third column in all my reports is about. Right now I think it is a place for imaginary numbers, but I am not certain. I am certain about my feelings for toeless hose and can discuss this matter at length.
So I was all clean and pretty and smelled like raspberries (I even wore perfume!) and I've got lipstick and eyeshadow and the whole shebang happening! Call up the Cuddy - I am coming on up the stairs (but no cleavage - thank you very much. Not even *church* cleavage in the work place cause dudes - my policy holders are so not Jesus).
So I get to work and then - for whatever reason, I am still trying to figure out exactly what possessed me: I decide to go out and do a scene inspection.
I actually blame my Chloe vid. Today I became possessed by the Chloe and decided that what this investigation needed was ME at the scene.
Now - I order scene inspections all the time, but I never do them myself. I have one of the dudes with a company car drive out to where-ever and take my pictures and canvas my neighborhoods and do whatever else I need to have done and I sit on my comfy new chair and spin around and chat with customers on the phone and read LJ and never leave the strictly climate controlled fortress that is my cubicle unless I want to.
Stupid Chloe.
Anyhoo - so today I get an accident that had *just* happened and it is nearby and it *looked* so pretty outside that I grabbed a camera, hollered where I'd be to my manager and set off to do some reporting, er, I mean investigating.
::cough::
Fact 1: Even if the sun is shining and it is a beautiful day - if you are wearing fishnet stockings and a skirt and it is 30 degrees Farenheit: Your ass will be cold.
Fact 2: Even if it is 30 degrees Farenheit, if it was 70F yesterday - then the ground will not be frozen. There will be mud and lots of it.
Fact 3: Those spikey three inch boots were not made to climb hills, scramble over rocks and perch on ledges so you can get the perfect angle for your photos of the skid marks on the roadway.
Fact 4: Stockings that transform a very plain and conservative look into something a bit more interesting will no longer do so when they are ripped and torn.
Gah - Stupid, Stupid Chloe. I get back to the office and I am a mess and I swear - I quit wearing ripped fishnets with boots back when I was twenty (and the boots were doc martens and the fishnets where under tube socks and I swear it was a LOOK). I look like someone tried to clean up Courtney Love for court and she escaped and now it is a day later.
BUT - I had 53 photos of the accident scene. HEE! The adjuster who normally does my local inspections was helping me upload the pictures and was all "Girl, you were on FIRE!" so my inner Chloe did get a chance to geek out and bask in the thrill of the hunt.
To bad she is such a fricking mess. Why did I quit emulating Scully? For all her personal problems, she at least understood the value of a solid clunky heel.
ETA: I was just darning a rip in my stocking with a paperclip when a cubicle mate reminded me that this entire week has been designated Office Casual because of the SEC Tournament. I forgot because this makes no sense unless you really pay attention to Kentucky.
But today I decided to wear my brown tweed skirt. I have mentioned my unhealthy love of tweed before, right? Cause I am bonkers for the stuff and I have been since I was a little girl. I cried for tweed skirts and jackets and looked longingly back on Fall catalogues as my mother stuffed seersucker down my throat. Sometimes being Southern sucks.
So - I think the desire to get all dressy today was dominated by the fact that my available tweed days are certainly dwindling and I do love this skirt. It hit just under my knees and I pair it with my dark brown half-calf three inch pointy heels boots that just make me feel really tall and hot. AND - special bonus feature today and today only: red sweater and brown fishnet stockings. Now, the stockings themselves were kind of daring (for me) but since they were really trendy about 3 years ago, by now they have faded to a Dramatic, but valid, hosiery choice. I have put much thought into this, by the way - if I thought about my 401k as much as I think about pantyhose, I could tell ya what that third column in all my reports is about. Right now I think it is a place for imaginary numbers, but I am not certain. I am certain about my feelings for toeless hose and can discuss this matter at length.
So I was all clean and pretty and smelled like raspberries (I even wore perfume!) and I've got lipstick and eyeshadow and the whole shebang happening! Call up the Cuddy - I am coming on up the stairs (but no cleavage - thank you very much. Not even *church* cleavage in the work place cause dudes - my policy holders are so not Jesus).
So I get to work and then - for whatever reason, I am still trying to figure out exactly what possessed me: I decide to go out and do a scene inspection.
I actually blame my Chloe vid. Today I became possessed by the Chloe and decided that what this investigation needed was ME at the scene.
Now - I order scene inspections all the time, but I never do them myself. I have one of the dudes with a company car drive out to where-ever and take my pictures and canvas my neighborhoods and do whatever else I need to have done and I sit on my comfy new chair and spin around and chat with customers on the phone and read LJ and never leave the strictly climate controlled fortress that is my cubicle unless I want to.
Stupid Chloe.
Anyhoo - so today I get an accident that had *just* happened and it is nearby and it *looked* so pretty outside that I grabbed a camera, hollered where I'd be to my manager and set off to do some reporting, er, I mean investigating.
::cough::
Fact 1: Even if the sun is shining and it is a beautiful day - if you are wearing fishnet stockings and a skirt and it is 30 degrees Farenheit: Your ass will be cold.
Fact 2: Even if it is 30 degrees Farenheit, if it was 70F yesterday - then the ground will not be frozen. There will be mud and lots of it.
Fact 3: Those spikey three inch boots were not made to climb hills, scramble over rocks and perch on ledges so you can get the perfect angle for your photos of the skid marks on the roadway.
Fact 4: Stockings that transform a very plain and conservative look into something a bit more interesting will no longer do so when they are ripped and torn.
Gah - Stupid, Stupid Chloe. I get back to the office and I am a mess and I swear - I quit wearing ripped fishnets with boots back when I was twenty (and the boots were doc martens and the fishnets where under tube socks and I swear it was a LOOK). I look like someone tried to clean up Courtney Love for court and she escaped and now it is a day later.
BUT - I had 53 photos of the accident scene. HEE! The adjuster who normally does my local inspections was helping me upload the pictures and was all "Girl, you were on FIRE!" so my inner Chloe did get a chance to geek out and bask in the thrill of the hunt.
To bad she is such a fricking mess. Why did I quit emulating Scully? For all her personal problems, she at least understood the value of a solid clunky heel.
ETA: I was just darning a rip in my stocking with a paperclip when a cubicle mate reminded me that this entire week has been designated Office Casual because of the SEC Tournament. I forgot because this makes no sense unless you really pay attention to Kentucky.
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Date: 2005-03-09 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-09 08:35 pm (UTC)I need to get this one finished and away from me before I take my job any more seriously. This could get dangerous.
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Date: 2005-03-09 09:04 pm (UTC)/geek pride
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Date: 2005-03-09 07:52 pm (UTC)This is what TV does to us, though. It makes us think that we, too, can be smartly-clad superheroes, scrabbling over hill and dale in our high heels with our immaculate makeup and stab-resistant stockings and our hair all prancy and perfect.
Never let us forget that our Hot Heroines of the Screen have a team of make-up artists, hair stylists, and wardrobe professionals following them around at all times, and they usually let a stunt woman take over for the action scenes.
Still, your ensemble is inspiring. I think I'll wear a skirt tomorrow. I'll just remember to sit at my damned desk, is all.
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Date: 2005-03-09 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-09 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-09 09:07 pm (UTC)Mainly for the fishnets, but for doing your best Chloe impersonation as well.
I haven't channeled my inner Chloe yet, which is for the best I assure you.
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Date: 2005-03-09 09:59 pm (UTC)Hee! So very sig!
Also, you are too cute for words.
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Date: 2005-03-10 04:54 pm (UTC)Yeah, a real pity when a personal dress-up day coincides with grubbing around in the real world. Still, glad you got to let your inner Chloe out to play!
And how does one darn a stocking with a paperclip?
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Date: 2005-03-10 05:04 pm (UTC)Carefully.
Heh, well - it was a temp measure to close the gaping hole in the fishnets.
Your day has brought joy
Date: 2005-03-10 05:07 pm (UTC)Hope today is better for you, Sis!
Rae