I stayed up much too late last night and did not go to bed until… well let’s just say I had less than two hours of sleep.  I rushed to get to work and I discovered, my outfit is rubbish.  Whatever possessed me to pair these shirts with this pant and shoe selection is beyond me.  My top half looks fun and young, ready for rock and roll (circa 1998); but I’m wearing heather grey dress trousers and black driving moccasins.  Losing the plaid shirt (and maybe 20 pounds) I could look like a young hip rocker in just the black graphic T-shirt, grey trousers, and black funky shoes… but it’s not corporate enough.

Had I time and mental capacity to do it over, I’d probably choose an earth-tone pant to go with the browns of my shirt thereby changing the whole black/tan dynamic, forcing a change of the shoes, watch, and necklace.  Alas, my wardrobe is thirty-five miles away and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be one of those people that wear articles of clothing out of Wal*Mart.