"Man proposes and god disposes."
Recently I came to a realization: my casual, "weekend" pants fit me much better than my work pants. How this happened is a complicated matter, which could take volumes to analyze and explain, if, indeed, an explanation is possible. Suffice it to say it is so.
This being so, I faced the following predicament: live a double life, one in which I go to work in pants that are tight or otherwise do not fit me well (generally, the problem is with the break); the other in which I relax on the weekend in pants that fit reasonably well. It's tearing me apart and I refuse to live a lie!
Therefore, my friends - and I do hope you will consider me your friend when once you hear my solution - I resolved to do something drastic. What is more important I ask you: looking professional and holding onto your job security, or wearing pants you can at least face in the mirror? I chose the latter. For the past two weeks, I have been wearing jeans and casual chinos, along with a pair of casual but still sporty sneakers, to work.
Now, please consider, I do not work in finance or at a law firm. I do not want to tell you what I do, because I find it to be rather meaningless and therefore it embarrasses me, but let's just say I am walking a thin rope. Every day I ask myself what would happen if my boss were to demand I take off my pants and change into something more suitable - perhaps a pair of one-size-fits-all dress trousers that they keep on-hand for apostasies such as mine. I would refuse and demand pant justice! Or at least I like to think so.
