Poor Fashion Choices

I don't claim to be the most fashionable person, but I consider myself to have pretty good fashion sense. I think that qualifies me to judge other people on their poor fashion choices. Today, everywhere I looked, there were people who needed me. They needed my criticism and advice, and I really think if I would have given it, I could have improved their day, if not their entire life!
We do not have a dress code where I work. Sometimes I wear slacks, sometimes I wear jeans, and sometimes I wear a skirt with flip flops. It's pretty much an anything goes kind of place to work. I have always enjoyed this aspect of my job (even when I dislike pretty much everything else), until today. We have an in house lawyer, and his fashion choices are a bit hit and miss. One day he will be wearing a suit and tie, and the next day he will be wearing purple corduroy pants and a braided belt. I know...scary. Today was the craziest that I have seen. He came into work around 9:00, and he was wearing track pants and a long sleeved Under Armour shirt. In addition, he was wearing some pretty sweet sandals and white tube socks. When he walked by my office, I gave him a funny look, and then worked on holding in my laughter. I kind of thought he would be in and out, since he was dressed to go to the gym, but nope, he was in the office until around 4:30. I probably should have said something to him, but instead I just talked about him behind his back to everyone else in the office.
The bad fashion did not stop there, but that was the most glaring example. I had another run-in with a fashion disaster at Costco during my lunch break. While I was standing in line to check out, I noticed the girl in front of me was wearing sweatpants with something written on the bum. You know the sweats from places like Victoria's Secret that say "Pink" on the bum...she was wearing those kind of pants. But hers must of been very old, or purchased when she a quite a bit smaller. The silk screened words across her rear had stretched to the point where the silk screen had one large space right down the middle (basically down her crack). It made her look ginormous!! If you are confident enough to have words across your bum, look again to make sure they are having the desired effect.
The third and final fashion mistake occurred as I was leaving work. It was Crazy Janet's last day at work, and she was passing along the last few piles of paperwork to Jennifer and I before she left, and I noticed her zipper was down. Now, this would just be embarrassing normally, but this was the second time I had seen this occur in the last week. And, both times it was in the same pants (white jeans). This causes me to believe that these pants have an actual problem with the zipper. I mean, who actually forgets to zip up their pants more than once a year. It seems like if you forget once, paranoia sets in and you double check that your pants are zipped about 50 times a day. So, the final lesson is if your zipper is malfunctioning, don't wear the pants!

Did I just get rejected??

Recently, a couple of my friends have told me about being "faux" rejected. I could totally sympathize with them even though I had never personally experienced this crazy phenomenon. That is until this weekend. I totally got faux rejected on Saturday night, and I am very upset!
Some may ask, what is faux rejection? Let me explain by describing my own experience.
A bunch of my friends went out to dinner this weekend. As we were walking out of the restaurant, one of my friends came and put his arm around me. My natural reaction was to then put my arm around him. I thought he was going to say something like "how was your dinner", or "how was your day". Instead he said "Does this make you uncomfortable?" Now, why would that make me uncomfortable? We are friends, and I didn't assume his arm around me meant something else. I told him this, and instead of having a normal conversation, he then turned his head and kissed me on the cheek. Yep, he kissed me on the cheek. Now I was slightly uncomfortable, but I still didn't make any crazy assumptions, and just laughed about it and started talking to everyone else.
No rejection so far....right? Keep reading! It was probably 60 seconds later, and I had started to discuss a different topic with someone else when the rejector came up to me and said "don't be too excited, I was just kidding around." That made me feel totally rejected and confused! I didn't do anything to make him think that I thought he was coming on to me....did I? I'm not interested in him....am I? I didn't, within 60 seconds, become a crazy girl who reads into even the most minute actions...did I? The answer to all of these questions is NO! But somehow I still got rejected.
I think the lesson to be learned here is always be the first to reject. Read into everything that anyone does and make sure you feelings are vocalized immediately. Do not hold your tongue just to save someone else's feelings. You may be tagged as a crazy person, but you will not be a victim of the faux rejection!

Inagural Post

So, this is my very first post. I'm not exactly sure what prompted this rash decision to start a blog, but Laura, rest assured, you were very influential. I am a little worried about the commitment I am making. I know that I depend on people to update their blogs, so I can be entertained at work. I have a hard time making a long term commitment especially when I know someone might be disappointed if I don't follow through. I am going to do my best, but as I am already feeling pressure just one paragraph into this whole blogging thing, I can't make any guarantees.

Please don't read my blog with any expectations. I will not be as funny as Rebecca or as witty as Liz. I am an accountant. Don't be surprised if I use accounting analogies or refer to debits and credits frequently.

Writing blog entries is kind of reminiscent to writing to a missionary. When I was twenty, I wrote to a missionary every week. After a couple of months, I found that my letters were a little boring. I started to keep lists during the week of things that happened to me during the week. There were things like dodging sprinklers while trying to run up the stairs to the Joseph Smith Building. Or, falling down the stairs in the Tanner Building. I have a feeling that I may start keeping lists of funny things that happen to me, but since I don't have BYU campus or very many staircases to cause crazy mishaps during the day, my posts may stay pretty boring. I apologize in advance. I promise to try and entertain you and keep you updated on my life.

Happy reading! Or, in the case that I am the only person who ever looks at my blog...Happy blogging to me!!