Oh What A Beautiful Morning...

This morning I had my clothes laid out, my bags packed, and everything ready to start the day right. I just have to get through one client meeting, and then I'm free as a bird on vacation!

The first hour went by smoothly as I got ready, humming along with my iTunes. I didn't have the heart to make breakfast though, because my sister had thoroughly cleaned the kitchen the night before in preparation for her BF to visit this weekend while I'm away (I'd planned to saute mushrooms and tomatoes and put in an omelet).

Then I couldn't find my keys and had to drag her out of bed to help; she'd taken my car to run to the store the night before. It took us 10 minutes to find them, and I was starting to sweat with anxiety - and because it was already 87 degrees before 9am.

I raced to work in great traffic conditions, and even remembered to deposit a check from one of my tenants - the lone payment so far this month. While I was at the teller stand one of my coworkers came up behind me and pointed out that I have a rip in the back of my shirt. My $185 shirt that I love and that I just bought earlier this year.

I was impressed with myself as I nonchalantly reached back to feel it, thanked him for letting me know, and joked that it was a good thing I have my whole suitcase in my car! Incidentally, in this situation it also paid off that this married man is always checking me out. I even muttered that my sister had worn this last and I'd have to get on her about it (a lie, which I have no idea why I told).

So there I am in the 90 degree heat, standing over my open trunk and suitcase and realizing that - surprise! - I have not packed any work appropriate shirts for my long weekend in Florida. I settled finally on a black Lacoste tee (paired with my yellow and white skirt and white flecked with charcoal python heels).

I looked good, but it's not exactly the kind of look I needed to go meet a new elderly lady client in her home. I breezed back into work and, in response to the receptionist's smile / raised eyebrows, started belaboring my situation. Should I go home to change? Tell the client what happened? Just act cool like I dressed casual on purpose?

Then she pulled out a zip up black cardigan from behind her desk! I hesitated only for a second and then accepted it graciously. It fit me perfectly and although I might literally die in the 93 degree heat, I am very grateful. In fact, when I popped in to say hi to my boss, she exclaimed "you look so cute!" I laughed as I told her how I managed to throw the outfit together between what was in the trunk of my car and what I could borrow from coworkers.

Crisis averted. Now if I can just get through a totally unnecessary meeting with a woman who is not even my client and make it to the airport on time without melting in the now 95 degree heat (which will very shortly rise above 100 as it does every day now) I will be home free!