Sticks and Stones

Most days I envy my friends and sister-in-laws who are RN’s and LPN’s. Not because they are caring, save lives, witness situations I cannot fathom and probably get 30,000 steps on their fit bits per day, but because they wear scrubs to work. If I wore scrubs, I wouldn’t worry when I slop on my clothes, rip my pants or wear my pants inside out – yes, all have occurred. Not to mention, it would save me about 15 minutes in the morning when I am trying to decide what the heck to wear.  

Our dress code at work is “business casual”. If you could give me a clear definition of business casual, please do.  I’ve always found that guideline to be so vague and by the looks of some of my fellow employees’ attire, we have different intakes on the description. It’s like when someone tells you to dress “nice” – What is that? Oh okay, I know exactly what type of top that is…

I would by no means classify myself as a fashion expert. My guidelines are the three F’s: flowy, funky and floral. That’s about the extent, but that’s what I have trendy friends for.

Anthropologie is one of my favourite stores (I highly recommend it, which I’m sure you’ll listen to me now that I’ve sold you on the fact that I am fashionable). It may take a bite out of the bank account, but it is well worth it. When I enter the store, I usually find myself doing more browsing than purchasing, but on occasion, a girl has got to splurge. I saw on peaceloveworld’s Instragram the statement, “work hard so you can shop harder.” Isn’t that why we work in the first place?

This is not a fashion advice blog (clearly) so let’s move on…

One morning, I excitedly wore a new shirt I had bought at Anthropologie to work. I felt confident, chic and professional… or it was the only clean shirt I had in my closet that was suitable. Whichever the case, I was ready to take on the recreation world.

Unlike Bee Careful, I thought I had made a safe choice, but perhaps I was mistaken…

I was having a conversation with the Unit Clerk (100% work related I’m sure) when a resident approached me and complimented me on the shirt stating it was very “pretty”.

While I was thanking her for the compliment,  another resident over heard and decided to chime in, “yeah, to the blind eye maybe!”

My supervisor and I howled as we trekked back to the office.

I’m not sure if she was being serious or witty, but either way, she made my day. 

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never stop me from wearing that shirt. 

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