On occasion (like right before laundry day), or when I’m just really damned lazy, I end up wearing something to work that I’m not 100% happy with, either comfort or appearance-wise.
Now, back in the day, when I was in Insuranceland, I’d remain vaguely cognizant of and bothered by this throughout the day, surrounded as I was by middle managers and soccer moms.
However, it occurs to me that now, when I get to work, I interact with invisible internets people. I sit in a room full of geeks. (And those who might notice look exponentially better than I do, anyway, so whatevs.)
I mean, maybe if I rocked up dressed as Optimus Prime or Emma Frost, it might cause an eyebrow or two to twitch, but old jeans that make me look slightly even more dumpy than usual? Not of concern.
At least I still care enough to shower. 🙂