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Today, I might as well have just not bothered trying to wear work clothes to work.
First strike - I keep a pair of dress shoes at my desk and normally wear boots to come in or leave the office. My boots are getting some minor repairs so I'm wearing white sneakers which really stand out against my black pants. Today, I was wandering around in my sneakers (in front of the guests
) for a couple of hours before I realized I'd forgotten to change into dress shoes. 
Second strike - Just before lunch, I went to the restroom and discovered that I hadn't zipped up my fly before leaving for work this morning.
And apparently no one could be bothered to mention it to me. That or people just don't look at my crotch. I'm not sure if I should be bothered by that or not... 
Third strike - lunch was hot dogs and mac n' cheese (with onions
) My very last bite of hot dog, the dog drops out of the roll and plunges down my shirt. While covered in ketchup. So my bright teal shirt, which I've only worn two or three times, now has a 4" long ketchup smear down the front.
Fourth strike
- Turns out I didn't wear my name tag today while I was down around the guests. It seems at least one guest complained about my sneakers but didn't know who I was because I didn't have the tag on. On the bright side, my response to complaint was "If all they have to complain about is that I was wearing sneakers, we must be providing some high quality service, so let's not jinx it by writing me up."
All I have left to say is TGIF and 5:00 can't get here soon enough.
First strike - I keep a pair of dress shoes at my desk and normally wear boots to come in or leave the office. My boots are getting some minor repairs so I'm wearing white sneakers which really stand out against my black pants. Today, I was wandering around in my sneakers (in front of the guests
) for a couple of hours before I realized I'd forgotten to change into dress shoes. Second strike - Just before lunch, I went to the restroom and discovered that I hadn't zipped up my fly before leaving for work this morning.
And apparently no one could be bothered to mention it to me. That or people just don't look at my crotch. I'm not sure if I should be bothered by that or not... Third strike - lunch was hot dogs and mac n' cheese (with onions
) My very last bite of hot dog, the dog drops out of the roll and plunges down my shirt. While covered in ketchup. So my bright teal shirt, which I've only worn two or three times, now has a 4" long ketchup smear down the front. Fourth strike
- Turns out I didn't wear my name tag today while I was down around the guests. It seems at least one guest complained about my sneakers but didn't know who I was because I didn't have the tag on. On the bright side, my response to complaint was "If all they have to complain about is that I was wearing sneakers, we must be providing some high quality service, so let's not jinx it by writing me up." All I have left to say is TGIF and 5:00 can't get here soon enough.
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