the supermall and i are going to have a throwdown. it is me and my increasingly odd shaped body against all work-appropriate clothing.
i realized this week that i'm looking less and less like dr. j at work (whatever that means). the surprised look i get from my patients when i come in the room and introduce myself as dr. j was mildly amusing for a long time, but i'm growing weary of working twice as hard as my colleagues to prove myself as competent.
i have long long long hair that i have a Samsonian* attachment to. that already puts me in the hole for the 'professional look'. i think, gulp, i'm going to buy some power suits.
