you would think a 25-year-old adult who has been dressing herself for decades would know better

so you all know that i've had wardrobe issues at work before. ahem. well, the work week has kicked off with yet another reason why i should really just hire a personal shopper already. i completely overslept this morning and was rushing around like a madwoman to get out of the house as quickly as possible (and those of you who know me know that i am a horrible rusher. seriously). i decided to wear a new black shirt that i bought at the outlets a few weeks ago, a cute little cap-sleeved tee with ruching on the front that i found at white house black market. sounds good so far, yes? well in my desperate attempt to rail against my own bad-rusher stereotype, i apparently didn't time the time to look at myself in the mirror before leaving because this shirt? the cute little cap-sleeved tee? with ruching on the front?

...is, um, a bit low-cut. as i sit at my computer and look down i can totally see my (pathetic excuse for) cleavage.

[cringes, puts on work sweater and tries to adjust shirt to show minimize appearance of pathetic cleavage]

i mean, we're not talking like X-rated low-cut. but still, low-cut enough that i am going to be hyper-conscious about it all day and constantly tugging on the back hem of the shirt so that it rides up a bit in the front.

sigh. i think i have a case of the mondays...