I decided to wear shorts and a T-shirt to my second job today, for various reasons. I feel a little scummy, but what can you do? The comfort is worth it.
When I arrived, no one was working the office. I opened the door for two drivers who were waiting outside, then headed to the back room to set up my laptop. As I was opening the blinds, I heard one of the drivers, Shane, calling the boss on the Nextel walkie-talkie to ask who was supposed to be dispatching.
“Is anyone in the office?” Robert asked.
“That lady who works with you on the computer,” said Shane.
I must be getting old if I can wear shorts and a T-shirt and still be referred to as a “lady”.