Me: Collarless Worker

Since I finished my semester a few weeks back, I've been spending a lot of time in pajamas and comfortable cotton separates manufactured by American Apparel. I've often planned my days out based on just when I'll attend my 90-minute yoga class. That's not to say I haven't been working, I have -- just from the comfort of my apartment-pod. I am, what I'd call, a Collarless Worker. I'm juggling some freelance research stuff, a little reading internship, working on some of my own stuff. I spend a lot of my day reading . It feels luxurious, but it also seems to make me a bit neurotic and dependent on iChat for human contact. When I lived in Los Angeles and was deeply entrenched in the 9 to 7 corporate life, commuting 2 hours each day in my reliable Japanese automobile, I was often fascinated by and jealous of my friends who eschewed the regular workday drudgery, who woke up late and worked odd jobs. They didn't strive to be part of the corporate, white collar world, nor did they take a regular, blue collar job to pay the bills and provide some sort of physical satisfaction and peace. They existed in an employment netherland, looking for the job that would be done in pajamas. The were Collarless Workers.

I will soon be abandoning my Collarless Worker lifestyle. I've taken a temp research job that will actually require me to get dressed (professionally!), get on the subway, ride an elevator, and have a security card. What's a girl to do? More pertinently, what's a girl to wear? We'll see people, we'll see...