"Not Suitable"

I’m going back to work for Juice, Inc., the business Buds and his brother founded many years ago. (Longer ago than the majority of most marriages.)

My friend, Liz, who has held the job the past couple years, stepped in when I stepped out, and she has improved and organized and “beefed up” the benefits and HR package at Juice substantially. I’m thrilled to step back into the job, excited and a little nervous.

Liz trained me last week, and I had to choose “business casual” clothes to wear. The dress code at Juice Virginia is not a high mark, but it helps my perspective to be dressed a little more professionally than sweatpants and t-shirt.

As I got dressed to go into the office on Friday, Yessa was by my side, helping.

On went the dress pants. On went a very nice sleeveless, silky, elegant shirt. Yessa looked at me and said, “Mommy, that shirt is not suitable. Pick some other shirts out of the closet, and I’ll pick another one.”

So I did…and she did.

The consensus is now clear. I have my own personal crew of “What Not To Wear” living in my house.