Ya Learn, Next Time.

It was POURING down rain this morning, and my 8-minute walk to the train was not so pleasant. And I can say, today, I don't like Chicago so much. Since I had my trusty commuter Totes umbrella, my upper body stayed relatively dry. From my hips down however, I was drenched. (Except for my feet, thanks to my waterproof Clarks shoes.) The bottom of my pants are hideously wet, and of course since we have our office Christmas party, I wore my nice black pants. We're talking the very sanitary streets of Chicago (not!) filled with puddles of rainwater! Good thing I didn't wear the velvet ones. Oh yeah, and the office dress code says NO jeans on weekdays. Lovely. Even my fancy trench coat, which was meant to be worn in rainy London weather, was soaked. Yuck.

I miss the downtown Dallas tunnel, which was directly connect to my apartment building and takes me right across the street from the office. If I drove, then, I go directly from my covered home parking to my covered office parking. I wouldn't even need an umbrella. Such was the life!!

I should have followed my instinct and gone to the garage and grabbed a bigger umbrella from the car. I'd probably be less gross now. Even wearing jeans and then change into work pants...anything would be better.