Sasha Brown

• Intern Diary Part 2 — The Casual Friday Confusion • This morning, I walked into the office feeling… actually good. I had my favorite cap on, a black hoodie that always makes me feel at home, my worn-but-perfect Jordans, and jeans that hug in just the right places. Honestly? I thought I looked cool. Fashionable but casual. Street-ready chic. The kind of vibe Taylor Swift would totally write a song about. The moment I stepped into the lobby, people started looking at me. Not quick glances—actual stares. At first, I thought, FINALLY! They’re noticing my style. Maybe I was setting a trend. Maybe today, I was the mysterious, fashion-forward intern who dares to be different. Then the elevator doors opened. Inside were six people, all in sharp suits, ties perfectly knotted, shoes shining like mirrors. And there I was… the lone hoodie-wearing rebel. My stomach dropped. My reflection in the glass walls looked less “trendsetter” and more “lost student who wandered into the wrong building.” By the time I reached our floor, the truth hit me like a ton of bricks: I was the ONLY one not wearing a suit. Apparently, it wasn’t casual Friday—it was NEVER casual Friday. Nobody told me. Or maybe they did and I just… forgot. Typical me. The worst part? I do own suits. Two, to be exact. But they’re both far too fancy. One is practically red-carpet ready, the other makes me look like I’m about to host an award show. If I wore either to work, I’d look like I was trying way too hard. So here I am, stuck in fashion limbo. Too overdressed if I bring out my suits, too underdressed if I stick to my hoodies. And of course, every time Mr. Grumpy passed today, I felt like a kid lost on a field trip. His suits are always flawless, making me want to sink into the carpet. So here I am, trapped in fashion purgatory. Do I blend in and look boring? Or stay me and risk looking like a misplaced student? Why is adult life just one endless dress-code disaster?