Today will be overly diffident, with occasional outbreaks of sarcasm followed by regret.
Competence will be nominal-to-intermittent as measured in “oPrahs”.
GENERAL: A collapsible umbrella advisory is in place. The rims of cups containing scalding beverages are farther away than they appear.
Wear socks to determine if there’s water on the kitchen floor, or go barefoot to locate the one remaining shard of broken Champagne flute.
Three PM brings 100% probability of reliving the split with your ex as you change the Band-aid on your heel. Downcast gives way to defiant after a swig of “Absolut”.
Evening finds you unsuccessful in your attempt to mask your home’s lingering smell of chain-smoking with a devil-may-care spritz of Axe Personal Fragrance.
Yes, that caller with a private number is “Collections”.
TECH INSIGHT: Take extra care to place your smartphone in your back pants pocket, so when you sit down you can accidentally send your account director that text you drafted calling him a “sociopathic catamite”.
It’s best to get these things over and done with.
DRESS TIPS: Tentative recos are clip-on tie and loafers OR scarf with brooch and ballet flats. Crocs and sweatpants? Play it by ear, but only definitely if you’ve completely forgotten that at 1 P.M. you and the team are treating Ronald Lauder and Renée Fleming to lunch at The Carlyle.
Distractibility is high today, clocking in at eight-out-of-ten on a scale where:
1 equals making yourself a cup of instant coffee in under 30 minutes but still forgetting the milk is off;
10 equals setting out to check your calendar and ending up eight hours later with a new operating system that’s worse than your previous one (the “Ubuntu factor”); PLUS an order confirmation for purchase of a vintage “Mister Potato Head” kit from eBay; and a whole slew of hate mail from “just-repeal-it-then-impeach-the-socialist-towel-head-dot-com”.
Emotional Turbulence (Fig. 1): There may be unexpected gusts of low-self-esteem-induced hysteria.
Never, but we mean NEVER, take refuge under a tree.
Instead, watch for the throwing of a small, decorative cushion, which signals that the hysteria has passed.
Count slowly from the outbreak of hysteria to find out how long until the cushion-throwing!
Today’s ATF (Asshole Tolerance Factor): Zero, peaking at 1. Some of you might want to remain indoors.
We’re just sayin’.
Overall outlook for —
MEN: Breezy, but with toe rubbers. You’ll despise, yet be powerless to change, the general perception that your mother still buys your clothes, and/or that you’ve just left a Presbyterian seminary.
As our fashion maven has it: “GAP ‘Relaxed Fit’ is death’s French kiss!”
POINTS TO PONDER: The way your boss stares at your sandwich while adjusting her pencil-skirt will make you question the cool-factor of waxed paper. Also egg salad.
WOMEN: Brave, with just the tiniest tragic hint of your grandmother’s pill-box hat. You’ll spend the day trying to project the plucky vulnerability of Dorothy Gale, while actually coming across as a more vitriolic Dorothy Parker, only without the redeeming wit.
WHAT WOULD IVANKA DO?: A Singapore Sling* at The Algonquin or similar establishment may help with your tendency to assume the role of “Ms. Quark-y Gluon Who Holds the Universe Together”.
But your PMS will hate you.
High tonight? (as in, Will you be…?) Seriously? Like, does the Pope wear Balenciaga? We totally think he does!
This has been Today’s Existential Forecast™ : We face the world so you don’t have to!™
*[Sorry — That should read “A Singapore Sling or five”. My bad! LMAO!! — ed.]