It has been assumed several times (on the order of five or more) this week that I was going to be around my apartment during the day on a weekday (a.k.a work day). I said no each time, but it makes me wonder if people think that I don’t go to work. Or maybe my work attire is so casual, I must not be going to work. What’s more interesting is that most of these people know I have a job. They also have jobs themselves, so it probably isn’t a case of just a different experience in life.
Strange, isn’t it? I had to comment.