6:45 a.m. I wake up for work, rubbing my eyes, trying my best not to hit “dismiss” on my phone alarm. I get up about ten minutes later, and walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and I look like hell. I get over it. I put on my gray work slacks, find a top that I can stand wearing for eight hours, knowing that it’ll keep me comfortable, not itchy and annoyed. (Read more here…)