I resurrected this one from my email archive. I was working at a mind-numbing temp job and I was wearing a colorful plaid button-down top that flared at the bottom, not unlike a maternity top (it was the style), and it may have resembled pajamas. I usually dressed more appropriately and conservatively but that morning, as I was choosing my outfit, I thought who cares what I look like since I am sequestered within a maze of cubicles; the only time anyone sees me is if I walk to the bathroom … except for this day! I was asked to join a morning meeting; when I walked into the conference room everyone was already seated around a big table, wearing suits. I sheepishly slid into my seat wishing that I had not opted for the brightly colored pajama top that day.
