I’m working from home for the rest of the day due to a pants-related emergency. I have one pair of jeans that were starting to wear out and had developed small holes at the corners of the back pockets which I thought I had set aside so I wouldn’t mistakenly try to wear them to work. It appears I didn’t them far enough aside as I managed to get a hold of them this morning and put them on without thinking about it. I get dressed in the dark so as not to wake the wife, you see, which means I often can’t see the clothes in front of my face so I rely on the knowledge that my clean clothes are in a particular spot.
Things were going fine until we went out to lunch. When I tried to sit down in Howard’s car for the return trip to the office there was this ripping sound and the accompanying dawning realization that comes with it. Great. I wrapped my winter coat around my mid-section and tied the arms together so I’d only look like a partial idiot when we got back to the office. Went inside long enough to grab my PDA, sign out of my workstation and then fail to locate my boss to explain why I wasn’t going to be in the office for the rest of the day. So I sent him an email and hustled my ass out of there before I mooned too many people. This kind of fun I don’t really need, but oh well.