The only other woman I work with the aforementioned Jersey Girl. I would link to the post, but it is unbelievably long and covers a multitude of subjects other than her. This is the very same woman my sisters like to refer to as "Huarache Girl" simply for the reason she likes to wear white huaraches with everything. Everything.
This is also the very same woman who feels the need to LOUDLY critique my outfits. She mocks the fact I like to constantly look classy at work, paticularly MY all white outfit. Classy white pants and shirt. She thinks it is HILARIOUS whenever I spill something on myself or a paticularly evil car dirties my lovely white outfit. (Of course, we are referring to the Cursed White Pants that magically bring rain whenever I wear them.)
Today was the first time I have ever seen her wear white. She was resplendent in a all-white outfit. (A very loose use of the word "resplendent".) White capri jeans, white long sleeved t-shirt and taupe colored high heels. It is rumored that I have influenced her dressing up for work. Apparently, she now wears heels more often, actually fixes her hair and applies makeup. However, I refuse to take credit for white jean capris.
As of 9:15 she was whining because her naughty little son had smeared his lunch box across the leg of her pants. (WTF?!) Instead of lecturing her on disciplining her children or something of the sort, I simply smiled nicely. But inside I was thinking: A day late and a dollar short, dear.
THAT IS WHAT YOU GET FOR WEARING WHITE AFTER LABOR DAY.
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