Today was pretty straightforward at work.  Some folks were taking the day off, I had a chance to get caught up on a few things, pretty straightforward.  That’s why my greatest challenge (for today) involved my shirt.

Yep, my shirt.  A brand new shirt.  A shirt that my wife bought me that looks really nice and I was looking forward to wearing.

I was getting dressed.  I selected my new shirt.  I removed the tags (with my teeth…  shhhh, don’t tell, I know it was the wrong thing to do).  I narrowly avoided embarrassment by looking in the mirror and seeing and then quickly removing the tiny “XL” sticker above the pocket, prior to heading to breakfast.  I was feeling pretty good, as I buttoned my new shirt, then I got to the sleeves.

First button on the sleeve, the one closest to the hand (i.e. the close-to-hand button, a.k.a. wrist button) went fine.  I traveled up my arm to the forearm button (?) and for the life of me, I could not get it to work.

I tried.  No good.  The button appeared fine.  The hole appeared fine.  I just could not get it to work.  Good Lord, were just my sausage fingers too large?  Was I just deficient in some way?  Was I broken?

I thought of asking my wife for help.  Too embarrassing.

I thought of continuing to try.  Too frustrating.

I thought of just leaving it undone.  Too much danger of my forearm falling out.

Then it struck me, roll up my sleeves.  Ha!  My greatest challenge on a slow day conquered.  No more concerns about my sausage fingers.  I was a sleeve defeating champion and that was enough for today.