Today is one of those days when I unhappily realize I’ve been working for the past five months at a job where I have to wear a suit and tie.
Five days a week I tuck in a starched shirt and tie that silly strip of cloth around my neck. And I actually leave the apartment wearing this get-up.
Suits are for special occasions and death (someone else’s, not one’s own — don’t put one on me when I go), not for everyday wear. And when I realize how normal it’s become for me to don this garb every morning, I’m slightly horrified.