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prosodicPart of the dress code for new job requires that chinos or Dockers be pressed and with a crease.
Easier said than done, I guess, if you live in my house. And if Lance isn't here. The military made him an expert ironer.
But I cannot iron clothes to save my life. And I tried to iron a crease into my work pants, and the crease isn't holding very well (and I think I just made my pants even wrinklier in the process).
Oh well. I suppose if I get called on it, I'll have to tell them that I tried, but I was unable to crease the pants. It would've helped if I hadn't bought the wrinkle-resistant type (not that they are too resistant, mind-you, as I managed to actually iron some wrinkles into them).
Also, I'm glad I had lunch fixings. I was in the grocery store when they attempted my cell (I didn't have it on loud enough to hear it...it was in my purse). I got some sesame noodles.
So lunch tomorrow: cold sesame noodles, Wheat Thins, mixed fruit, and a Fiber One chocolate chip granola bar. I probably won't eat all of that for lunch, but some of it will be saved for my breaks. I have to spread out my eating so that I have 5-6 mini meals/snacks a day.
It's going to be very strange going from being a woman of leisure to having a full-time job. A part of me is sad about this, but I also don't take to being bored too easily, and it's not like my life is full of excitement on a regular basis. It's just that I haven't actually had a steady 8-9 hour per day type job in almost 7 years. Grad school doesn't count, because my schedule varied everyday and I worked only a few hours here and there at a time, with small chunks of free time in between.
Easier said than done, I guess, if you live in my house. And if Lance isn't here. The military made him an expert ironer.
But I cannot iron clothes to save my life. And I tried to iron a crease into my work pants, and the crease isn't holding very well (and I think I just made my pants even wrinklier in the process).
Oh well. I suppose if I get called on it, I'll have to tell them that I tried, but I was unable to crease the pants. It would've helped if I hadn't bought the wrinkle-resistant type (not that they are too resistant, mind-you, as I managed to actually iron some wrinkles into them).
Also, I'm glad I had lunch fixings. I was in the grocery store when they attempted my cell (I didn't have it on loud enough to hear it...it was in my purse). I got some sesame noodles.
So lunch tomorrow: cold sesame noodles, Wheat Thins, mixed fruit, and a Fiber One chocolate chip granola bar. I probably won't eat all of that for lunch, but some of it will be saved for my breaks. I have to spread out my eating so that I have 5-6 mini meals/snacks a day.
It's going to be very strange going from being a woman of leisure to having a full-time job. A part of me is sad about this, but I also don't take to being bored too easily, and it's not like my life is full of excitement on a regular basis. It's just that I haven't actually had a steady 8-9 hour per day type job in almost 7 years. Grad school doesn't count, because my schedule varied everyday and I worked only a few hours here and there at a time, with small chunks of free time in between.
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Date: 2008-04-03 02:04 pm (UTC)I may just have to have it done at a laundromat until Lance comes home. I'll see if they mention anything about it today though.