Now go and change,” Mitch barks, as he closes his phone. I just emailed him my end of the year numbers and for the next two weeks he’ll come daily to observe and analyze what we need to take the next step—or so he says. I’m weary about his recommendations-no-I fear that he’ll say this is a lost cause. “Change?” My forehead automatically becomes a frown. “You said wear comfortable clothes, these are my comfortable clothes.” I point at my Nirvana T-shirt, then my shorts and finally my flat thong sandals. “Should I switch my thongs for tennis shoes?” “I really didn’t need to know that you’re wearing a thong, unless you’re willing to show me.” I point at the shoes. “Thong sandals, you, idiot.” Then I head for my satchel purse and walk to the door. “Ready.” “You’re wearing a t-shirt of a band from last century, and… can you wear something less, Today is laundry day and these are the only clean items I found.” “As I said, these are my comfy clothes.
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