Tomorrow is my first day back to work. Well, it is just a training, and somebody else is giving it, but it means back to … bras … make-up … heels.
No more tank tops and Thai fisherman pants for me.
It’s going to feel strange, leaving my house and talking to people in real life. I’m starting to relate to the absent-minded professor stereotype. When you spend the day by yourself, reading and writing, you really do get spacey.
I think every nice shirt I own needs to be ironed. I guess I’ll wear something new for the first day of school.
