Scruffy, lazy twat

For the first time ever I’ve come into work in jeans and t-shirt – usually I dress smartly in shirt, trousers and shoes, sometimes with a tie. However, all my shirts require ironing and I was feeling too tired (read, lazy) to be arsed with doing that last night, so I’ve put on my only clean, non-creased clothes to come to work in.

I’ve not even had a shave. Thankfully most of the other workers here are already jean-wearing, unshaven scruffy gits, and so I’m fitting in rather well.

I don’t feel like I’m fit for work though, so I suspect that I shall be having to break out my iron this afternoon to make sure that I’ve got sufficient smart clothing for next week. I’ve got a huge pile of ironing to do, so I’ll see how far down I can get down that before getting too bored. I should think it will not be very far…