What I think of you:

It was supposed to be a three -- or three and a half -- day field trip, working 300 miles from home. I drove down Monday morning. It was very painful to learn, on Thursday, that I would have to work Friday. (In fact, this is one of those typical cases where I did not get home for Shabbat.) I was out of clothes. I was too tired to wash anything. The prospect of going through my clothing to find the least sweaty things seemed more effort than I could manage.

Then I had a thought: on Friday, I would dress to make a point. The point? That I wasn't expecting to have to be there! I wore the exact same clothes I had worn on Thursday. Very passive-aggressive, hey?