« on: May 25, 2009, 08:20:16 PM »
Are you being modest?
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How specifically were you instructed? "Dress code is business casual" or "You can [or 'should'] wear business casual on Tuesday"?
If the former, I think you can wear a suit, although I might do a broken up suit (mixing pieces). If the latter, I think I'd only go as formal as a broken up suit.
Then again, when Corporette had to have an open thread on the appropriateness of ponytails at the office, I nearly lost my mind. Wtf. Of course they are appropriate. So I am maybe not the maven of formality.
Cheaper than nonstop and the timing was preferable.
I appreciate that you didn't give me http://lmgtfy.com/.
Hello from SF. Now I am truly SFLSD.
Taking qs about how I had to actually literally run to make my connection in Charlotte because the Boston crew had their heads firmly in their rectums (recta?), almost but not quite bowling over a small female toddler on the moving sidewalk, and spending, no *&^%, the first 20+ minutes aboard the flight coughing and wheezing. Also about how I had to pee while doing all of this because I didn't make it to the bathroom on the first flight before they decided we were descending, the fuckers, (so: run run run, whoops gonna pee, walk; repeat), and how then I spent the first goddamned hour on the second flight holding it in b/c the f-ing seatbelt sign was still on, turbulence my ass, people, I am going to pee in my pants here, and then eventually said the hell with it, got up, and went to the bathroom, despite the seatbelt sign still being on (I am a rebel--but seriously, this crew was totally Mussolini about the seatbelt sign. Like, it was off for maybe 40 minutes total from Charlotte to SFO. When the hell are people supposed to go to the bathroom? Stop being so pissy, flight crew). Also about how the guy next to me totally kept farting. Gross.
My mom asked. I think including slippers and such, we're probably hovering around 50 pairs of shoes. Plus whatever I left at my parents' house.
I pared down some more. I think I added one pair to the list, but subtracted three (turquoise, riding boots, and mid-heeled spectators).
Can I get a consult?
How many pairs of shoes am I allowed to bring to SF? This is for the whoooooole summer mind you. And this would be including flip-flops AND sneakers AND work shoes plus regular cute fun happy shoes.
Or: is fourteen pairs really pushing it?
I TRIED TO PARE DOWN THIS IS IT THIS IS PARED I'M GONNA DIE.
I am going to try to break it down, mostly as a learning lesson for the I-don't-get-the-whole-shoe-thing people in the thread.
--Round-toe high heeled black pumps (work--high)
--Pointy-toe high heeled black pumps (work--high)
--black riding boots (work--mid)
--black low-heeled spectator-detailed patent-and-leather shoes (work--mid)
--tan and brown low-heeled wedges with buckle detailing (work--mid-to-low)
--black patent flats with gathered embellishment (work--low)
--casual AWESOME tan-with-black-trim flat boots (casual--low)
--midnight blue strapped sandals (Naot, so you can walk in them) (casual--mid-to-low)
--flat black gladiator sandals (casual--low)
--white and purple Puma lace up slipper-style sneakers (casual--low)
--my Roos (sneakers)
--my Reefs (flip-flops)
--my f-ing spectacular and somehow COMFORTABLE 4-inch purple-strapped gold-trimmed cork-soled platform wedges (casual/dressy--high)
--my ALSO f-ing spectacular turquoise patent slingbacks (casual/dressy--mid-to-high)
These all fill very particular niches and I don't think I can go 10 weeks without them. Mayyyybe I could leave the riding boots, but they're waterproof.
I already pared down to three pairs of jeans, people. This is killing me.
And I still have to do purses. omg. Am screwed.
I really have to cut it out, actually. I totally did it during my final trial during trial ad, and it completely worked. It was so embarrassing.
This is also how I became student body president in high school. I am catnip (catnip I tell you) to middle school boys.