Timeliness is next to...uh, something virtuous.
I was accidentally on time for something today. Every couple of months we have a meeting with our group here at work, it's nothing big, takes about half an hour. Usually it's in the afternoon because people straggle in and out at all hours around here, but today our boss scheduled it for 9:00 a.m. He sent out the email a week and a half ago. So naturally I forgot. Now, I usually get here between 9 and 9:30 so on an ordinary day I probably would have been late, but today for no particular reason I got an earlier start and was here before nine. Whereupon I remembered about the meeting. Go me!
Wednesday night I was going right from work to the coffeeshop to meet some friends. But I decided I had to make a stop first, because the bra situation was becoming untenable. It was seriously like a medical emergency how profoundly my bra no longer fit me. It was flopping everywhere, the straps wouldn't stay up, it was hideously uncomfortable. So I went and bought two new bras. Damn, bras are so expensive. But wearing an uncomfy one can really ruin your day.
The other day when my trainer and I were talking about heart rate monitors she asked me if I found the chest strap uncomfortable. Not at all, I said, I barely notice it's there. She said that women are always fine with it, but men often freak out at the idea of wearing a strap around their chests. I said, well, women are used to wearing bras. We always have straps around our chests.
Then I started thinking about what it'd be like to not have to wear a bra. I mean, some women don't need to. But I'm too big to go braless, have been for pretty much the entire time I've had boobs. It's just such an automatic thing. Dry off, put on underwear, put on bra, put on clothes. I could no more neglect to wear a bra than I could neglect to wear pants.
I remember one time in high school, sometime during my first class my bra broke. Like, catastrophically, to the point that a safety pin wouldn't fix things. I had to throw it away. I was luckily wearing a pretty thick sweater over a button-down, so I thought I might get away with it, but I walked around with my arms crossed over my chest a lot that day. I remember by the end of the day I was in agony. It was the rubbing. I always thought the main point of a bra was to hold things up, but I never appreciated that a secondary benefit is to protect the boobages from chafing against the insides of your clothes.
I swear there was a point to this. Sigh.
Anyway today I am wearing my awesome felted bead necklace which I love even though it's itchy.
I've also made a decision. A BIG MOMENTOUS decision. Okay, not so momentous. But it'll be a first time. I've decided that when I go home to Janesville for Christmas, I'm going to fly. I can get a nonstop flight to Milwaukee from Columbus for $250, praise the universe. I don't mind driving, honestly. But the thought of not having to deal with the tolls and the gas and the boredom of Indiana and the traffic around Chicago makes me very happy. The round trip in a car is about three tanks of gas worth, so around $100, so I'm only paying an extra $150 for the convenience. Janesville's only a little over an hour's drive from Milwaukee, somebody can come pick me up and take me back when I leave. If all else fails I can take the damn bus.
This does mean I'll have to ship my presents to my grandmother's house ahead of time. That's okay. But there's going to be one that's fragile and special, I'll definitely be taking that to the pack-and-mail place.
Having made this decision I feel happy and relieved. Yay.
Wednesday night I was going right from work to the coffeeshop to meet some friends. But I decided I had to make a stop first, because the bra situation was becoming untenable. It was seriously like a medical emergency how profoundly my bra no longer fit me. It was flopping everywhere, the straps wouldn't stay up, it was hideously uncomfortable. So I went and bought two new bras. Damn, bras are so expensive. But wearing an uncomfy one can really ruin your day.
The other day when my trainer and I were talking about heart rate monitors she asked me if I found the chest strap uncomfortable. Not at all, I said, I barely notice it's there. She said that women are always fine with it, but men often freak out at the idea of wearing a strap around their chests. I said, well, women are used to wearing bras. We always have straps around our chests.
Then I started thinking about what it'd be like to not have to wear a bra. I mean, some women don't need to. But I'm too big to go braless, have been for pretty much the entire time I've had boobs. It's just such an automatic thing. Dry off, put on underwear, put on bra, put on clothes. I could no more neglect to wear a bra than I could neglect to wear pants.
I remember one time in high school, sometime during my first class my bra broke. Like, catastrophically, to the point that a safety pin wouldn't fix things. I had to throw it away. I was luckily wearing a pretty thick sweater over a button-down, so I thought I might get away with it, but I walked around with my arms crossed over my chest a lot that day. I remember by the end of the day I was in agony. It was the rubbing. I always thought the main point of a bra was to hold things up, but I never appreciated that a secondary benefit is to protect the boobages from chafing against the insides of your clothes.
I swear there was a point to this. Sigh.
Anyway today I am wearing my awesome felted bead necklace which I love even though it's itchy.
I've also made a decision. A BIG MOMENTOUS decision. Okay, not so momentous. But it'll be a first time. I've decided that when I go home to Janesville for Christmas, I'm going to fly. I can get a nonstop flight to Milwaukee from Columbus for $250, praise the universe. I don't mind driving, honestly. But the thought of not having to deal with the tolls and the gas and the boredom of Indiana and the traffic around Chicago makes me very happy. The round trip in a car is about three tanks of gas worth, so around $100, so I'm only paying an extra $150 for the convenience. Janesville's only a little over an hour's drive from Milwaukee, somebody can come pick me up and take me back when I leave. If all else fails I can take the damn bus.
This does mean I'll have to ship my presents to my grandmother's house ahead of time. That's okay. But there's going to be one that's fragile and special, I'll definitely be taking that to the pack-and-mail place.
Having made this decision I feel happy and relieved. Yay.