Pajamas at Pilgrim Manor.

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This morning I got up for work, and really wanted to wear this dress. It’s all a part of one of my life goals, which is to wear everything in my closet. Problem: too short for a business office, even though we’re pretty casual. (Not quite Word Made Flesh casual) Solution: wear slacks underneath. Problem: blue slacks packed. Solution: pink linen pants that are sort of see through so also never get worn. Result:

I came into work and went to get a cup of coffee. Unfortunate timing, six or seven managers/peer employees were gathered around the office of the coffee maker. So I walked in, and she looks me up and down. “Wearing your jammies today?” hahaha. Hilarious. Well, then everyone jumps in “haha, nice pajamas!” The only thing I could come up with was “This is Nepali style!” “Oh is THAT what they call it now.” (I work with comedians apparently.)

So in a very rare moment of self-conscious fashion awareness, I went back to my office thinking “oh great, they think I would wear pajamas to work, this is too casual.” I almost went home to change but then figured “no big deal, no meetings, I’ll just make it through and never live this down.” I forewent my second cup of coffee and thought I’d hide out all day in my office working on some last minute projects.

Nope, I forgot, we had our monthly all-staff meeting with all our employees gathering together, housekeeping, laundry, nursing, etc. I came in and sat down, fully expecting a few more comments from the comedians. They didn’t fail me, but at least everyone was talking so hopefully none of the other employees who know me as the ‘Greenie’ noticed where I was sitting.

Next thing I know a powerpoint slide comes up “Liz is leaving us for the mission field! We’ll miss her!” and a CAKE. They bought a cake for all the employees in honor of me leaving. To the sound of applause, I had to stand up, walk across the dining room and cut the cake to serve to all the employees. My face was beat red. I mustered all my dignity and walked over to the cake, all of a sudden from behind me I hear my manager on the microphone:

“If you like what Liz is wearing, she’s starting a boutique. (hahahaha- collective laugh) Seriously though folks, pajamas are not appropriate work attire (hahahah- collective laugh).”

I slowly turned around, holding the knife for cake cutting, which I raised in the air and gave him the death stare.

“… and we tease because we (pause) love her!”

I was so moved, it was a really considerate and sweet thing to do. I’m sad to leave these wonderful people!

The moral of this story though is that you should never declare a “casual hippie day” for yourself a week before you leave your job.

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