Abditory [H.S]

52

Luella Jones

It's wednesday.

More importantly, January second.

Also, my first day at work.

I didn't think about it at all the past week.

I had no time to actually prepare myself, I've been distracting myself all day from stressing over it. And now that the time has come, I'm already thinking of quiting.

Can you even quit if you haven't actually started? I have no idea.

I try my hardest to calm my breaths down, staring at the closet that's been staring back at me for the past ten minutes.

I don't have anything classy. I threw away all my clothes two years ago and rearranged my entire closet, changing it into hoodies and sweatpants. There is not once single thing that can scream "it's casual but I'm at work." And I'm not in the mood to wear anything I'm uncomfortable with, I need something to help calm my body down at the same time I'm calming my brain.

I did pick out those white pants I have, I just don't know if I should be wearing a sweater or not. It's set to rain today at night too, so I need to at least bring a jacket with me or dress something cozy.

I eye the large sky blue sweater at my right, squinting my eyes more at the piece of fabric hung on the hanger. It wouldn't fit too well alone, I need one more thing.

I take it out and toss it behind me on the bed next to the choosen pants, resting my hands on my hips as I continue my staring contest.

I huff as I move the hangers aside from each other, looking in between, literally anything to make me look more presentable.

I stop my movement as I reach for the white blouse I own, squinting my eyes as I imagine the outfit altogether.

Perfect.

I smile as I move roughly to change out, I start at 3pm, and it's literally 1:57pm. I need like, thirty minutes to get there. My dad said the company is too far away. Not to mention the fact he's going to drive me there himself because he also has some stuff to discuss with George, and he doesn't like to be late.

I throw the rest of my clothes out in the laundry basket, walking next to my mirror.

I pull my pearl necklace out, pushing it above my clothes to actually show it off, along with another one. I'm not doing anything to my hair, it's already been brushed out, but thinking about it now, I need something else for my head.

I grab my white plain bandana, pulling it over my hair to rest in the middle, fixing it well enough in front of the mirror.

Good, I actually look good.

Is this good for work though? Maybe it's too casual for it? I should probably add one more thing.

Maybe you should stop overreacting and get your ass to work.