One of those days
byAfter being out of my comfort zone at a new job and with a new computer, today just topped off this crazy week in a most appropriate way.
To start, this is the first place I’ve ever worked where I cannot wear jeans. My first big “office” job was 7 years ago and it was at a dotcom. I’ve gotten used to the open working environments, lots of internet access and casual dress.
Today was jeans day at the office, I guess I didn’t get the memo (no joke). At around 11:00 I went to the ladies room and discovered something rather shocking which made me look up and say, “you gotta be kidding me”. Apparently I had been walking around all morning with a hole in my pants. Not just a hole, it was a slit about 3 inches long and it was in a very… private place. My immediate reaction wasn’t panic, wondering if I’d be walking around the office all morning with my sensitive bits showing, it was just SERENITY NOW! Guh. Someone up there must be playing an awful lot of pranks on me over the last couple weeks.
I kept my wits about me and went into MacGyver mode, “how can I fix this” I thought to myself. I immediately removed the safety pin I had in my shirt (because I was wearing a chesty shirt today and thought I should pin it so that it’s more work friendly… but that’s another story). The safety pin came out, my sweater got zipped up and my pants got pinned. A real band-aid solution but it held out til I could visit the ONLY clothing store I could find on my lunch break to purchase a similar pair of pants.
I found pants, I didn’t care how much they were at long as they fit. I advised the clerks of my situation and I walked out of the store about 7 minutes later wearing my new purchase.
Now I just have to explain to my sister why the pants she lent me during our Victoria trip now have a safety pin in the crotch. This could be fun.
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My friend once came to work with a huge 4 or 5 inch rip right along his butt. Unfortunately for him, he had picked underwear from the raunchy drawer that morning, and was walking around with half of them hanging out. Poor guy. He worked for three or four hours until somebody finally told him.
the friday jeans day. you’ll learn to live for it.
im sorry your adjustment is a wee bit rough and to top it off you had ripped pants, i’d have told you damn it but seriously tell that husband of yours to calm down a little we don’t want that happening again now do we. if only they weren’t your sister’s pants….you will probably never live it down. 😉
I thought the whole ‘casual day’ charade was an East Coast phenomenon. I don’t know whether to be comforted or appalled that Vancouver also has ‘pockets’ (sic) of clothing fascism.
I had something similar happen to me too. I was lifting things at work and the inside seam of my pants ripped from about belt to umm ya..
Anyway I had like 4hrs left in my shift and I had no MacGyver options at hand without being horribly uncomfortable all day so I just kinda went into ‘grin and bare’ mode.
My pants 🙁
Tai-Tai suggested taking them to the dry cleaner for repair…THEN, return them…she’ll never know. Uhhh…ooops…guess she will now!
ha ha… nice try !
You can keep the safety pin, Jen 😛
OMG…I just cracked up reading this post. Because one time my pants totally ripped in the butt. I parked my car, and walked acorss the street to get coffee, then went into work. Of course I felt this weird “draft” but didn’t clue in till I got to work. My boss cracked up. He eventually let me go home and change, after I went on a futile trip, running around trying to buy a sewing kit at 8am.