Day #3: Sweats at Work
Working for a state-funded university presents some series challenges, but I always knew that I wanted a job that would allow me to wear sweatpants. My uncomfortable summers at Ravinia moving minivan seats in a sundress informed me at an early age that dressing up every day isn’t for me. It’s come in especially handy this week while I’ve been commuting from an unrealistically far distance while I dog-sit for Mom. Getting up at 4 has zero perks, but when you change from PJ pants to socially acceptable PJ pants, it’s a little easier to swallow.