A Matter of Perspective

As a break from my Friday evening ritual of holing up in the lab until 8pm, then going grocery shopping, I decided to take up a friend's invite to go to a wine bar in Santa Monica with some film school people (yes, the people in the glimmering resort across the street). To make matters more interesting, I also got talked into wearing my new business suit in lieu of my usual scrubs.

By the end of the day, I was feeling a little too tired to give a hoot about how I looked, but decided that it's also not particularly acceptable if I were to show up at a wine bar (hello, yuppies?) in gray scrubs, covered in plaster as though I had jumped into the bag and rolled around and dusted myself like a chinchilla. Hesitantly, I went to the bathroom, changed into the black one-piece and blazer, and went back to lab where I was instantly dusted in a fine coat of plaster once again.

I learned two things at that moment:

1) Black is the worst color to wear into lab, EVER.

2) Theory clothing is not cut for people of my height, if to be considered professional. I must have been delusional at the store, because the skirt was clearly more like a minidress on me. If I was perhaps 5'4", it would be a nice business dress. 

Persistence. Persistence is key.

Amid utter confusion, I made my way to find my friend at a posh rental townhouse right on Santa Monica beach. Looking obviously overdressed, I didn't care; it was still better than showing up like a freshened-up chinchilla.