Tuesdays are always insane. I have class from 9-7 with not much in the way of breaks in between. And then someone always tries to fit in some meeting that overlaps, so I wind up running my little butt off all over campus.
As my busiest day, I typically make it my prerogative to wear jeans and a t-shirt. Today was my Quicksilver t-shirt with skulls on it. And since I was especially harried my purple fleece which I didn't notice had toothpaste stains all over the front.
Sexy.
Anyhow. At 2:30 after one class ended, thankfully on time, I rushed over to a meeting on the main campus and managed to catch the tail end. Phew!
But then at the end of the meeting, the hotshot of the X department who happened to be present (which I had totally forgotten about this morning) decided that I absolutely HAD to meet this other faculty member about my research project. Right then and there. The good news was that he didn't seem to notice the toothpaste stains on my fleece at all.
So I and my tousled attire went to meet this guy. And the meeting seemed to go well! Yay! At the end as I was walking out the door I apologized for my attire. He laughed. He told me he didn't notice these kinds of things anymore and not to worry about it. What was a little toothpaste compared to blood, afterall!
It reminded me how badass I felt when I went home after being sprayed with bloody bone dust in the OR (safely protected behind a visor of course). These are my kind of people.
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