I used to sweat REALLY badly. Like I had to be careful about what colors I wore because it would show SO BAD in clothes. I had to wear super light or super dark colors only if I didn't want to risk showing armpit stains.
Well, this story is a time I broke my own rule and wore a hot pink shirt...to a work dinner...as an intern...
Through the accounting program I was in during college, I did an internship with a large accounting firm January through March of my 4th year of school {so winter 2002}. Not the one I ended up working for full-time after college, and still work for now, but a competitor, so also a global company. I was one of 10 interns, and one of the activities we did was a Progressive Dinner. With this dinner, we did a round-robin at different partners' houses - so appetizers at one house, main course at another, etc.
As a typical 21-year-old trying to make/maintain a good impression, driving to areas I was unfamiliar with, making sure I was on-time, looking nice/appropriate...all that...resulted in me being extremely nervous. Add nervousness to an already propensity for sweating and a hot pink button-down shirt, and your end result was by the time we arrived at the first house, I already had giant armpit sweat rings in my shirt.
I WAS MORTIFIED. So my solution was that I tried to keep my wool peacoat on and claimed to be 'cold'. But that started to get awkward the longer I was there, and I honestly started to get really hot so being in a wool peacoat wasn't a viable option anymore.
I just finally gave up and went up to the partner's wife, showed her my shirt, and asked if she had a blow dryer. She was so sweet and took pity on me and took me upstairs to her master bathroom, showed me her blow dryer, and left the room. I had to take my shirt off to be able to dry it, so there I stood - in a partner's bathroom wearing a bra, pencil skirt, and heels.
This is what nightmares are made of.
I spent the next 5-10 minutes praying no one would walk in there. Can you imagine how that would have looked? A 21-year-old intern standing in a partner's bathroom in a bra and skirt blow-drying her shirt?
Thankfully no one walked in on me and my shirt dried out and I survived the rest of the night. Doesn't that sound like a fun evening?
And can anyone blame me for using toxic, aluminum-filled Certain Dri for years? Ha!
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