My sissie is going back to work starting Monday after taking a little over a year off from nursing to rest and restore. (I am not jealous.. I am not jealous... I am not... anyhow...) She has accepted a position in a large hospital working in the ER, a new thing for her, and she needed new uniforms. Mistakenly, she asked me to go with her.
Now, if you have ever seen my wardrobe, you know that I am NOT a shopping kind of gal. The fact that I have only have about four pair of pants -- black, brown, and jeans -- and about seven tops -- red, white, black, and purple -- should be the tip off that I would rather eat carp scales than shop... But, ask she did, and since I have never, in her 50 years of life, told her "no", I went.
She needed three uniforms and one pair of shoes. Now, if it had been me, I would have tried on tops and pants until I found what fit and call it a day. Not her.
"The blues don't match," she exclaimed after I carried her several pieces to try in the dressing room.
"What do you mean the blues don't match. Blue is blue," I replied.
"Nopers, Cissie, you are wrong! Can't you see that the blues are different between these tops and bottoms?" she held them out for me to see.
"Seriously? You can see that?" I responded. "Look. You are going to be working in the ER. No one is going to notice that your blues don't match," I countered.
Two hours later we had the three uniforms. I still can't talk about the shoes....