Serendipity's evil twin

Naturally, on the day that I am wearing a top that looks like it's been salvaged from the karang guni (rag and bone) man, a skirt more suited to chilling out at a bar than going to work in the civil service, and sandals with vaguely bouncy flowers on them --- that's when I'm peremptorily summoned to a meeting with the Big Boss.

Fortunately, I don't think he cared.

I bought three suits when I took this job, but the last time I wore one was ... actually, I can't remember when that was. It might've been last year. Alas, I don't think I'll get any money for them, even on eBay.