Casual Fridays

I love casual Fridays. I've worked a lot of jobs with various dress codes. But this is my first job that has casual Fridays. Our dress code during the week is actually pretty relaxed as well--just wear nice pants. But now that I only get to wear jeans on Fridays, it becomes a novelty. Plus, it's Friday and we get off an hour early.

My very first job I got to wear whatever I wanted. I cleaned an apartment complex in the "bad part"(seriously, the 7-11 attendant on the corner was behind bullet proof glass) of Salt Lake at the age of 14.

Then at 15 at worked at Taco Maker in K-Town. I had to wear an ugly red polo shirt that was too big and black pants with black shoes. Plus, a blue apron and a blue visor. The visor was the worst. We only wore them when the manager was in.

Then when I was 16-19 I moved up in the working world and worked for Lagoon as the safety/security dispatcher. I just had to wear something "nice." So I got to wear nice pants, skirts, etc. Which was so much better than the jungle shirts all the other employees had to wear.

At 20 I worked as a custodian for Heritage Halls at BYU. I did what I had to do to get through college. I just had to wear clothes that I didn't care about ruining.

21 brought me my first "real" job. I worked for Enterprise Rent-A-Car as a management trainee. I had to wear business suits, heels, hair pulled back, not too much jewelery. Definitely, the strictest dress code ever. But I have to admit I still love my business suits, that are now collecting dust in my closet.

22 I worked for a textbook composition company. No dress code. I liked being able to wear capris and flip flops in the summer.

Now, here I am enjoying casual Fridays.

Ode to Technology

I want to start off by saying neither Neil or I grew up with cable or satellite television. I always had the opinion that it was something for "rich" people. Well, where we live in Logan we can't even get local channels. So when a very convincing salesman came by our house offering us a fabulous deal on satellite television, we went for it. Let me also add, that we don't even have internet at our house. So this was a splurge. But I have to admit, I love all the potential shows I could watch. Then, a few weeks ago a very convincing ad came in the mail offering a deal that we could add a DVR package for less than what we were spending now. So we splurged.

Yesterday, was the big install day. Like children on Christmas morning, Neil and I went through the listings of shows and decided which ones to record. How exciting! Now, I can catch the shows I always miss because I don't have time to watch them. The best part is that you can even rewind, pause, and fast forward live television. I love technology! Last night, while watching a show, we decided to make popcorn. Instead of drawing straws as to who had to miss the show to make the popcorn, we paused it! We didn't miss a minute. Then we got to fast forward through the next set of commercials.

Technology hasn't always been great to me but I will save that for another day. Because today, I love technology!

Out Spot

The other day I had been at work for like an hour, I was in the copy room making copies. I looked down at my blue shirt and noticed that I had little splotches of dark stains all over my shirt. See in the morning, I just hurry and get ready without much mirror staring. So I panic. I am terribly embarrassed that I showed up to work with stains on my shirt. So I look around the copy room which is also the "break room." I could only find paper towels, so I get the paper towel wet and start scrubbing. But no luck. The stains won't come out. Then to make things worse the paper towel not only did not remove the stain but left paper towel residue all over the spots I tried scrubbing. So now I am wearing a stained, white flaky shirt. First off, I am sad that my nice "newer" shirt is ruined. How did those stains get there? I have no clue. I think they might be oil or grease stains that came off of Neil's work clothes in the wash. Second, I had to wear a dirty shirt all day at work. I feel like a slob.

The saddest part of the story is that this isn't first time that has happened.

First Time Blogger

I have enjoyed reading my friends blogs. So I decided to join in on the fun.