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Towel woes.
I am very comfortable in my towel, with my hair dripping all over the place. However, I have work in less than half an hour, and, unlike in Joan's telecommuting-haven-like workplace, a towel is not suitable dresscode. (Wow. That is so grammatically incorrect that my brain exploded the second I added a full stop to the end of the sentence. Eeek.)
*wibble* But... I love my towel. *pout* Really, I believe tutors should be seen as professionals no matter what they happen to be wearing. And so, if I wander into work in a towel, I should still be treated as though I am A Goddess Among Mortals. (Or something. More often than not, I'm handed a bunch of folders and asked to file them. ¬_¬ Let's ignore that, shall we?)
What was the point of this post, you ask? Well, the long and short of it is...
I wish I could tutor in a towel. T__T
*wibble* But... I love my towel. *pout* Really, I believe tutors should be seen as professionals no matter what they happen to be wearing. And so, if I wander into work in a towel, I should still be treated as though I am A Goddess Among Mortals. (Or something. More often than not, I'm handed a bunch of folders and asked to file them. ¬_¬ Let's ignore that, shall we?)
What was the point of this post, you ask? Well, the long and short of it is...
I wish I could tutor in a towel. T__T