First day back was rough. It was "Welcome back, Oh, right, I don't know how to do my job yet." When I finally got out of there (the "end of the day" comes a lot faster than I remember and I may have forgotten how much I can logically do in that time), it took me an extra 30 minutes to get home. Plus, the guy beside me on the first bus definitely was on a distinctively scented illicit substance, and the guy beside me on the second bus had a knife in his pocket*. Some days my life just isn't glamorous.
But I liked what I wore!
*(Dear Mom: if you are concerned about my safety, please know I decided
against walking through the sketchy neighbourhood, despite the fact it
would have got me home 40 minutes earlier. If that doesn't set you at
ease, I will accept a brand new car with heated seats and a house with a
garage in exchange for offering you some peace of mind). (Oh, and it was a utility knife and he was a construction worker or something similar)