It was has last day at work. This presented something of a challenge. What, pray tell, do you wear on your last day at work?
For an uncomfortably long moment, she thought she’d wear something that suited the general finality of the situation. Something somber, resolute and relentlessly appropriate; something that would send the correct signals, for any given definition of correct
But then, she realized
It was the very last day. There would be no more days after it; none of the opinions of those people mattered any more. In essence, it was one giant wardrobe opportunity. There were no wrong options
And so she set to work, adding more feathers and more glitter than anyone would ever had thought humanly possible. And then, she kept going