soaked
I arrived at work today carrying a wet umbrella and wearing a dripping raincoat. The bits of hair that had escaped from my hood were dripping, and my jeans were soaked. The director of HR (who was also the woman who interviewed me) came around the corner and said, “Michelle, every time I see you you’re soaking!” At the time I said something rather dull which involved the 5 minute walk from the bus stop to work but I should have said something about the fact that every time I go outside there are buckets of water falling from the heavens or that I haven’t yet learned the irish trick of dancing between the raindrops. But I still had to sit in wet jeans for the first half of work, until they dried.
(on a side note: Hooray for jobs that let you wear jeans! 
