Grateful

I just found out that it is (probably) okay for me to wear shorts to work! No, nothing scandalous like George Michael's Wake me Up Before You Go Go hot pants, but just baggy cargo shorts. It's nice enough, I have to admit, that this is a very casual design studio where people often wear jeans, t-shirts and baseball caps, but shorts are a bonus for me. It gets horribly hot and muggy in Washington, and I have a mile-long uphill walk after work. Sure I could change after work, but I'm generally kind of warm in the office anyway, and I work with some heat-producing machinery sometimes.

This makes me grateful once again to be working where I am, at this small, liberal (gay-friendly) place downtown. Not at the pressure-cooker I was at last year, or the nightmarish consulting job on the other side of the city, or the poisonous place I was for many years before that.