My department at work has been restructured over the last two months and because of this, there were a lot of changes that needed to take place. The biggest change was that we were moving desks, getting rid of old filing cabinets, getting new filing cabinets, and moving our payroll department into the adjacent office. With all moving, cleaning, and clearing out, we decided to have a dress down day where we shut the office to get ourselves organised. I love organising things, so I am always eager for these kind of days. And then there is the reality that I just love any excuse to wear jeans to work!
I woke up that morning and felt especially excited about the day. I get to wear jeans and my favorite OU t-shirt. I was rumaging in my closet when I found that my favorite pair of jeans were clean. I have had these jeans for years so I took a good look at them debating on whether I wanted to clean in them or not. These were my favorite jeans but they were also my oldest which made them the best candidate for cleaning. The only problem was a small little tear near the crotch. I took a good long look at it and couldn’t decide if it was worth the risk. I showed them to Ben who said, “It is only one day, they’ll be fine.” So with that vote of confidence I put them on and headed to work.
We had a great morning. We got the majority of the moving done by around 10:30 and even though Ben had said I would be fine, I found myself being cautious when I was bending down. For those of you who know me, you will completely understand why I felt especially cautious. We had finished all the big stuff and were now just moving small boxes. It was then that I made my fatal mistake. I bent down to pick up a heavier box and in order to use my legs instead of my back (as they always tell you to do), I pushed my knees out a bit like a frog and that was all it took. I heard the rip and suddenly I felt a woosh of cold air hit my inner thigh. I looked up with panicked eyes to my colleague who had heard the same thing. She quickly made sure none of the guys came over to our side of the room. I needed to assess the damage before I tried going anywhere, so I bent down and looked between my legs to find a three inch tear all along the seam of my favorite jeans. Oh man! Thankfully it was on the inside of my leg and wasn’t really that obvious to anyone who didn’t know it was there. Still, I needed to change pants.
I grabbed my sweatshirt and wrapped it around my waist and sat on the floor and organised folders until lunch. We were going to order lunch and thankfully the pizza place is near my flat, so I just had my colleague drop me off so I could quickly change pants. I walked in the house to find Ben making lunch and he looked at me quizically as I dashed into our bedroom. He came in and asked what I was doing home and it was then that I tossed my jeans at him for him to see how his advice had worked out. This of course sent him into a fit of laughter and made me question if he had really thought I would make it a whole day in my pants, or if he was just hoping this exact scenario would occur! As funny as the moment was (for everyone else), I found myself a little sad. My favorite jeans had just died. Right along with my dignity. So much for my professionalism. 🙂