Great Mall Excursion

We really don't have any sort of dress code at work. I regularly see engineers walking around in flipflops and t-shirts, I've seen female engineers in knee-high stripper boots and Catholic schoolgirl skirts (that one always throws me off), but mostly it's asian guys with their slacks pulled up a bit too high and an unironed button down shirt. I, personally, find myself in jeans more often than not and, as a result, my jeans are pretty well weathered . . .

Recently, I found a couple of small holes developing - you know when the weave of the fabric is gone in one direction, so you have just a bunch of parallel strands of a lighter color in a spot? That's what's going on. There's one starting about where my phone sits in my front pocket, there's one on the other side where my money-clip protrudes a bit, but the one that made me decide it was time for a trip to the mall was the one in my crotch.

Now, the fact that the biggest of the three holes is developing there kind of baffles me. In the case of the holes by my pockets, those are completely understandable - each marks a stress-point that also lends itself to being rubbed accidentally on other stuff. The one in my crotch, however . . . is in my crotch. If there's any region of me that I make a conscious effort to keep from pointy objects, high pressure or blunt force impact, it's my crotch. Regarding stuff inside my pants causing a concentration of stress . . . I'm asian. 'nuff said. Plus, I spend a majority of my time surrounded by asian male engineers, so chances of being aroused at work are extremely, extremely low.

After ~3.5hrs I ended up with two pairs of jeans, a sweater and a new work shirt. I was super picky about jeans this time around - last time I ended up w/ a pair that looked decent, but the waist was a bit big (I can pull them off w/o unbuttoning anything) and they faded to this a blue that is oddly bright. This time, however, I think I did ok. One pair of Levi's 527 Low Boot Cut and a pair of Old Navy regular fits. Both are a decent length (not too long, not too short) and seem rather flattering around my child-bearing hips.

All in all, a productive and relatively painless trip to the mall, despite the crowd . . . and the fact that it was the Great Mall.