Today, in an attempt to maintain contact with my peers in PR, I attended a networking event downtown. About an hour before I had to leave, I quickly grabbed a pair of pants and jacket from the closet where we'd been keeping our suits and other clothes we don't wear as often. (They were previously housed in what is now Eamon's closet - ironically, the smallest person in our house gets the biggest closet.)
Anyway, I was glad to have found something so quickly that wasn't outdated and fit well. I mentally patted myself on the back for being so organized and able to get myself out the door in something other than jeans and a T-shirt.
It was only until I was in the car headed downtown that I noticed something. My clothes smelled...dusty. A testament to just how long I've been out of work.
At least I didn't try to burp anyone sitting at my table during lunch.
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