The alarm went off this morning at some horrifying hour, and I refused to acknowledge it. Mondays are bad enough as it is, but when you're used to not having to be dressed and out the door until 2 in the afternoon, the early morning alarm clock is twice as shrill.
Fortunately, I had sidestepped the first major pitfall of the day by ensuring that I knew what I was going to wear before bed. Granted, that was a feat in itself - if I hadn't remembered about the May Inspiration calendar, the thought of finding five work outfits would have overwhelmed me.
The only pitfall now that I have to deal with is the quandary of office washroom etiquette. As a new owner of a set of braces, eating at the office requires some post-food hygiene to ensure that a) my teeth are as healthy as possible to weather the wear and tear of metal and wire, and that b) I don't embarrass myself with the lingering remnants of my lunch. However, brushing in the office restroom is highly unconventional, at least based on the looks I tend to get. It's difficult finding a time during the lunch break to be in the bathroom alone, despite being on a less-populated floor.