Clothes shopping. Ugh. Not even as a teenager did I understand the allure of going through countless racks of clothes and trying on pieces, trying to find something that looks good, feels good, and doesn't completely drain the bank account.
Left to my own devices, I would have four or five soft shirts, jeans or yoga pants. Fuzzy socks.
I am told that this is not professional attire.
Perhaps if I switch to a career with a uniform...
Until then, I have to go shopping from time to time. Today I managed to hurt my rotator cuff. Somehow I doubt I can call that a sports injury.