Aloha... Oy.

I feel like bitchin'.

One of the nice things about my jobs (or former nice things now) is that the boss didn't care what I wore to work as I don't deal with the customers, and I'm expected to just write code 8 hours a day. So when it was time to get some new slacks as mine were getting holey, I decided to just buy one pair - a couple sizes up from my current size to use for my magic and balloon twisting outfit. This gives me nice access to loose pockets for when I need to pull out a deck of cards or switch things out. But for work, I took an idea from Einstein (who when he came to America bought five identical suits so he wouldn't have to worry about what to wear to work) and bought five pairs of sweatpants. I did this because sweats are comfortable, and I'm back in the gym after a couple of injuries hoping to lose some weight and drop a pants size or two before I really go out and buy new slacks.

Well, every paradise has a snake - or asshole - to ruin things, and during my last review with the boss, he asked me to stop wearing sweats all the time because someone else in the office complained that it wasn't professional looking. Unfortunately, the boss is really big on teamwork and doing things for the team so he did not do the right thing by telling the whiner to take a flying leap.

So I need some pants, and it irks me that I have to go buy them when I don't want to, and it irks me that the boss would acquiesce to a whiner. So I thought to myself, "I really should get some new shirts to wear with my new pants so I can be a 'good team player.'"

God bless the internet because after five minutes poking around, I found an online store that was having a sale of their Hawaiian shirts. Really nice shirts (in that they're high quality) that normally went for $50 to $75 each. So after 10 minutes of choosing the brightest, craziest patterns (that they had in my size), I now have my new wonderful work wardrobe of five new Hawaiian shirts winging its way to me.