This afternoon I had just answered my office phone when suddenly my cell started to vibrate across the desk.  I couldn’t answer it, of course, but the number on the caller ID looked similar to that of Miss T’s daycare.  I began to worry that she had gotten sick at school and they were trying to call and tell me.  Then inexplicably, all reason flew out the window and I became increasingly more frantic over the course of a 15 minute phone call with a faculty member who would.  Not.  Shut.  UP.  I couldn’t focus on what he was talking about even though I needed to, and proceeded to work myself into a panicked frenzy.  By the time I got off the phone and was able to check my voicemail, I was totally freaking out that MAH POOR PRESHUS BAYBEE IS SUFFERING!  SHE NEEDS HER MAMA AND THEY CAN’T REACH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!  (As if the daycare wouldn’t immediately try N in an emergency.)  And then I listened to the voicemail, which was just the pediatrician’s office reminding me of Miss T’s check-up tomorrow morning.  Oh.

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I took the dog for a walk after work, and was busily fiddling with my iPod as I crossed the entrance to a parking lot.  I didn’t bother looking for cars before I stepped off the curb because…well, because honestly I didn’t think about it.  Suddenly I saw motion directly off to the left, and fortunately the driver of that SUV saw me too.  Oops.  Maybe N should be the one to teach the kids how to look both ways before crossing the street, as it does not appear to be a skill that I possess.

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I’m curious.  Theoretically, if another employee wore this:

to your business casual office – for most of the day, during regular work hours – would you find it odd?