Now, for those of you that know me, the title of this blog says it all. For those of you that do not know me, I am quite lazy when it comes to my personal appearance in the work place.
Now, since I have moved out to Virginia, I have had all of my work shirts on hangers, where they should be. On the way out here, the work shirts had a first class ride in the back seat and trunk of the car being towed out here. As took them out of the car and put them up in the closet, I noticed some were a little "pressed" in places they shouldn't be. Normally, I just wear them as is and don't really care. Since this is my first week of work, I chose a different route.
Normal train of thought when seeing a shirt that may be slightly wrinkled (slightly = looks like a 103 year old woman's face). "Hmmm, maybe I should put that in the dryer with a wet dish cloth? Or, maybe I should spray it with that anti-wrinkle stuff Megan got for me. Hmmm, Megan....maybe she could iron it for me! Eh, forget it, it's too early. Wait, I think that's my sock!"
So by morning time, it's too late to try and do anything about it. Plus, working in the engineering world, no one really cares.
So that brings us to today's activity. I ironed a shirt for tomorrow. I'll say it again for those of you that don't think they read it correctly. I ironed a shirt for tomorrow. Yes, I ironed a shirt and it is not planned to be worn until more than 12 hours later!
Here was my inner dialouge during this process, "I need a shirt for tomorrow and I think I should iron my nice green one. This will impress them, man I'm glad I have a job now. Hey, this ironing isn't too hard, good thing I just have to iron the part where the buttons button. I wonder if I should set the iron to something a little lower? Does the heat setting need to be set for something like cotton? What is this shirt made out of? Wait a minute, wasn't this shirt green? Why is it brown now?"
So now I'm all ready for work tomorrow in my fresh pressed brown shirt! I win!
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That's why I don't iron. Seriously, I do not. Last thing I ironed were those little wax beads the girls use for crafts. Whats the point when you're going to sit down, lean back, and get it all wrinkled again anyway? It's like brushing one's teeth - what's the point?
I hardly know what to say... other than, "I'm so proud of you! You're the most special Kirk in the whole wide world!" I guess ironing your shirt brown is better than mistaking your iron for your phone. Have you seen that video??
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYCP4OnhOAo&eurl=http://funny-indian-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/01/ironing-mishap.html
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