I Just Gotta Be Me

Me feets.

Me pants.

Yep, that’s right; I’m wearing jeans and comfy shoes (so cozy – they even have fuzzies inside to keep my toes warm). Every morning I put on my jeans and shoes (and a top a course) and arrive at my new corporate job/gig. It’s the kind of place with marble floors and ground to ceiling windows. A place with lots of red tape and, I’m sure, a dress code. But as a contractor, I’m wearing my outfit. The days of shoving my feet into cold, painful heels? Over. I’m done with foot cramps. And spending my hard-earned money that I’m scraping together as a freelancer on suit pants? Um . . . hmm . . . that would be a NO! If I do part with it, I’m splurging on a tasteful pair of jeans.

So far no one has given me any grief. Maybe publishing people are different than lawyer people?