The (Old) Lady Needs Advice
(In "better" days)
Before I begin today's
post, if you haven't read it already, take a look at: https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2022/11/its-going-to-be-great-day.html which
talked about my Wednesday. It wasn't a great day and ended up even worse
as the bus I take home didn't show so I caught the next express (30 minutes
later) which meant sitting in Penn Station for a good 40+ minutes and then
getting on a more crowded bus than usual (because the 4:30 people were now
joining the 5:00 people) with traffic being heavier. It was not a fun
day.
However, I'm not here to whine;
or at least whine much. But I would like some advice regarding this
weekly commute.
For the majority of my working
life, I've gone to an office. I've jumped in my car, driven to the
location, parked (for free) and gone in to a building to do my thing. At
the end of the day I drove home. There was a short period of time (in the
last) century where, like now, I commuted to Newark. Back then it was
almost every day and like today, in order to save money, I would take a
bus. However, way back in the 20th century, there was an express bus that
was only about a block and a half away from my house. So it was a quick
walk. Also back in the day, I didn't have to carry a laptop back and
forth. (Laptops are great and portable, but it does mean carrying them
from point A to point B.) Today my commute is a little different.
The express bus of the 20th century is no more, so I take a different
one. One that requires a walk of approximately 3/4 of a mile to get to
the stop in the morning (going downhill in the dark) and the same walk uphill
in the evening (when the sun has gone down.) It also requires a walk up
two staircases and about two blocks (all down inside) from Penn Station to my
office. What does all of this mean? It means that sensible shoes
are a must. It also means that I face the elements for a good thirty
minutes prior to getting on the bus. (As well as getting off, but that
doesn't matter as much.)
So here's the deal; when I
arrive at the office and see myself in the ladies' room mirror, I look
awful. My hair is always a mess (and a brush doesn't seem to help
much). I'm disheveled. I'm unkempt. I just don't look
good. I WANT to look good!
What I want to look like is
Anne Hathaway in the montage of "The Devil Wears Prada." I know
this will never happen, but it's what I want. What I'd like is to at
least look put together as I arrive at the office or maybe a few minutes after
I get there (after a run to the ladies room). My office is business
casual. I'd like to look "put together" only I can't seem to
pull it off. And since I'm lugging a backpack for approximately a mile,
bringing a lot of "stuff" to use at the office (in order to make
myself presentable) isn't really an option.
This shouldn't matter to me
that much because there really aren't that many people on my floor. Who
cares what I look like? Well, I am vain because I care. Also because
yesterday someone from the third floor who I work with, came up to meet me (we
had never met before) and brought me down to meet some other people.
There I was with my coffee-stained blouse, static cling hair and flats. I
felt frumpy and old. I don't want to look frumpy and old. I want to
look put together and young. In lieu of that how about an older woman
with some sense of classic style.
So how do I do this? I do
I get put together when I'm trudging downhill in the dark in the morning?
(And it’s going to be dark…turns out that early morning call that I rushed into
the office for is going to be a weekly thing…which ALWAYS falls on the day that
I HAVE to be in the office.) There's got to be someone out there who has some
sort of sense of style. I need your help. I need your help without
breaking the budget (I have plenty of clothes that should work) or my back
(since I have to carry everything). Share your thoughts. And please
do it kindly...I've got enough self-esteem issues without anyone else's help.
Help an old lady out...Turn me
from frump to fantastic. (Or at least
fine?)
Thanks.
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