I thought I would give you guys a glimpse into how random my life can be at times and how I am usually always caught off guard! And on this particular occasion, it happened at work of all places! We are revamping our website and marketing materials for our company and have hired some people to take things to the next level. The company that we contracted with had a photographer come in all the way from Miami on Monday to take some professional pictures of some of our products, some action shots of our technicians out in the field, etc. They ended up shooting on Monday night until about midnight. (Thankfully I wasn't required to stay and supervise!) After their scheduled photo shoot was finished, our VP decided that we should have some pictures taken at the corporate office (we have another office in TX) and staff for the website as well. This wasn't not known to me at all. Gracie was informed of the impending photo shoot by her husband, who also works for the company and was at the photo shoot on Monday night. So, Gracie strolls in all dolled up in a nice business suit. I commented how nice she looked. We don't usually dress up too much, since we don't deal face to face with any clients on a regular basis. For example, today is Thursday and I am wearing jeans. We are lucky to be able to work in a laid back environment. In typical fashion, I showed up on Tuesday morning not dressed in "business" attire at all. I had on some khaki pants and a tunic. I hadn't fixed my hair and just had it up in a pony tail. I wasn't looking photo-ready. Especially since we had to shell out big bucks to get this guy to come shoot the pictures, not to mention that these pictures will be part of our corporate image. Not good. Not good at all. And since I have an important role in the company, it would not have looked good for me to be all ghetto in our pictures. So imagine me freaking out when they told me that I had to have my picture taken. Oh- and the photographer was arriving in about an hour after me finding out. I was in quite the pickle. So, I rushed off in search of a change of clothes and a curling iron. I should mention that I work in a section of Tallahassee that is not near any type of clothing stores. The only store I could think of was
Urban Thread that is a J Crew, Anthro, Urban Outfitter return store and I was hoping that I could find a J Crew suit jacket, pants and a blouse. Or in the least a nice dress to wear. I arrived and much to my dismay, I found out that they didn't open until 11:00! I tried next door at
Narcissus thinking I could find a Lilly Pulitzer dress or something to throw on. Again- closed. I was beginning to freak out. Luckily, there is a
Stein Mart in the same section of town, so I ran in there because I knew they were open. I was hoping to have some luck because I know that SM rarely has things in my size. So I ran around the store and found a dress almost in my size. I had to go to the Petite section to find it! It wasn't really what I was looking for, but I didn't have many options at this point. I had picked out a dress, tried it on, found shoes, and a pair of earrings all within 15 minutes. Now that takes talent! Then I ran over to
CVS and bought a curling iron and a hair brush. I got back to work and frantically started to change and fix my hot mess of hair.
This is the closest "before" picture I took. Wish I had taken a true before picture, so you could really get the feeling of how ghetto I looked that day.
I took this picture to send to David to show him how hard I was working! Ha!
Again, this dress wasn't really something I would have chosen to wear, but it had to do in a pinch. But it was an improvement! So I was finally half-way decent enough to feel comfortable getting my picture taken.Then I spent the rest of the morning taking pictures with my co-workers and by myself. It's always a weird day when your office looks like this:
It was a bit stressful, but adapt and overcome, baby. I hate having my picture taken and it was embarrassing, but I survived. Anyways, that was my eventful Tuesday!
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