For some reason, Stoker let me leave this morning wearing brown corduroy pants, black shoes, AND cream colored socks. The socks wouldn't be so bad if I had my brown shoes on, the shoes I meant to wear, but as I was picking them, he distracted me with a work-story and I didn't realize what I was doing. Obviously he didn't either. As it is, I look like I'm trying to make some statement about the '80s. It's terrible. I feel horribly awkward.
Did I mention the pants aren't quite floods, but they hike up a little when I sit down? It wouldn't be so bad if my socks weren't in such contrast with the pants and shoes.
Luckily, I can hide in my cubicle for most of the day.