This is the Millennial Working in the Big City edition of What’s in My Bag. (Here is the previous edition if you want to take a peek. I also did not realize until just now that it’s been 2 years since my first bag post.)
Hello and welcome to another edition of apps + chrome extensions + nifty sites with Vicky! I honestly need to sit down and come up with a better name for these things, it’s getting to be kind of a mouthful. I know I normally do these separately but I haven’t been doing anything drastically different lately to warrant two posts.
tl;dr of this post – icon pack + calendar widget // photo editing // new tab page that swears at you // i miss jobmine // infographics
If any of the above even vaguely interest you keep on reading!
(The alternative titles to this post were “co-op clothing” and “sartorial struggle” because I will forever love alliteration.)
Having gone through 3 co-op terms and a summer office job, I feel like my wardrobe has seen many iterations of my business-casual clothes. I’m really enjoying what I’ve been able to wear this term especially since my commute is super easy (read: no real need for clunky winter boots) and I’ve finally settled into a comfortable colour scheme + personal style.
If you glance at this summary grid of my favourite work outfits of this term you can pick up on the fact that I don’t wear colour and that I’m a huge fan of sweaters and asymmetrical hems.
summary of most of my outfits – can you tell that colour isn’t my jam?
So it’s been about a month and I realized that I haven’t showed you all my office which is pretty cute, hence this very picture heavy post.
The entrance is all airy and windows and wood panelling. You can’t see her, but Erica the receptionist is ducking down behind the computers and she’s super lovely. But wait hold on, this isn’t the first thing you see when you walk into the office, no.
This freaking huge Canadiana-pimped-out moose is and I’ve grown accustomed to him. Somewhere in the near future I will be taking glorious selfies with Reginald. I don’t know I call him Reginald – doesn’t he look like a Reginald to you?