Source: my life. And my ninja MS Paint skills.
Disclaimer: this is a shamelessly recycled flow chart that I made months ago. Sorry.
And now that I am working every day, I think wistfully of the days when I wore draw-string pants with pictures of sleeping dogs on them until 2:00 in the afternoon, and hid in the kitchen if anyone knocked on the door.
I wish that it were acceptable for adult professionals in non-medical fields to wear scrubs to work.
Made out of flannel.
And also fuzzy socks and no shoes.
If I start a petition, will anyone sign?
A Clay Baboons Alphablog: 26 Things That Annoy Me, Confuse Me, Creep Me Out, or Otherwise Make My Life More Difficult.