I was just about finished with my run on the treadmill this morning when my mind wandered to the contents of my gym bag. I had included:
1 skirt suit
2 pairs of pantyhose, just in case one ripped
every toiletry known to womankind, including 2 shampoos, 2 conditioners, 2 moisturizers, 2 hairbrushes, and a hair dryer
an umbrella (just in case!)
my trial ad book (might be helpful!)
and then I realized that I had forgotten to pack... a SHIRT. Yes, that's right. I had to go a whole different form of commando. I put my jacket on over my bra. Everything looked fine until I moved, at which point there was a flash of some serious skin. I panicked. There are NO clothing stores nearby. I live really far away and can't go back home. What's a girl to do?
Luckily, our friendly neighborhood drug store carries undergarments. Victory! Now I'm wearing a men's white cotton tank top and it actually looks pretty cute. Score.
But let's be honest - this can't be the best way to start the week...
(and still no call or email from The Ouster)