I made it a whole 2 hours and 32 minutes before spilling something on my brand new white shirt.
Unfortunately, most of that time was when I was at home or on the train, so I will spend the vast majority of my work day walking around with coffee drips down my left boob.
Also, proof that I am getting old (despite my inability to keep light colored clothes clean): I walk past American Eagle and think "meh." I walk into Ann Taylor and think "ooooh! cute!"
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