I took the morning off today to deal with a stress migraine, and so now that it’s gone, I’m faced with eating lunch and heading to work, all while feeling slightly limp. Migraines are icky creatures. I posted to Twitter, “God, I hate my stress migraines. Only solution is to sleep ’em off, but I wake up feeling wrung out. And on that note, lunch, then work!” I followed up on FriendFeed with “also, getting dressed. pretty sure that cargo pants, a tshirt with a giant zebra on it, and sock monkey slippers are not going to inspire confidence in my abilities to lead and manage.”
I bring all of that here in hopes that someone will tell me that there’s a job out there, somewhere, someday, where I can busily work every day, leading and managing, and still be able to do it wearing a zebra tshirt and sock monkey slippers.
Figured. Black dress shirt and boots it is, then.