I have a confession to make: My new job is making me lazy.
Exhibit A: After being on my feet for 8 hours, I come home exhausted. Doing anything aside from collapsing in bed sounds like a monumental feat. And that’s if I haven’t gone to the gym after work. Phew.
Exhibit B: Due to where our store is located, we are required to wear hats. In case you couldn’t figure out where this is going…washing my hair has become a rarity. Forget two-day hair. We’re lookin’ at four-day hair. At least.
Exhibit C: I can’t tell you the last time I wore jeans. It’s either my uniform, workout clothes, or yoga pants (if any). I had to go to an event the other day around real people, thus requiring me to put on polite-company clothes. I dealt by wearing black pants that look cute and borderline dressy, but feel like leggings. Jeans were just too much to handle.
Basically, I am one cat and a mumbling-to-myself habit away from being that lady that mothers direct their small children away from at the grocery store.