It's a good thing my co-workers have a habit of showing up to work without pants on.
...serves as a nice diversion to my nose-picking during meetings.
FYI, never touch the underside of the conference room table.
Here lies the heroic tale of a mild-mannered, 30-year-old, former econ nerd. To be honest, I'm just your normal, humble, every day, supermodel-like, girl next door. I'm a Chicago refugee who currently finds herself stirring up trouble in our nation's capital. So dear readers, it's my fourth locale since I started this blog, my fourth job since I got out of school, and my same ol' wonderful husband to share the experience with. Oh...and in case you haven't heard...I'm really the one who brought sexy back (but didn't have a receipt so now I have store credit).