Once, I had this one particularly dirty job with great PR responsibilities. A frequent quip, when at my grubbiest, was, "I'm in this for the glory, of course." Just now I took a break from bodging up the Spirituals Permathread to do something in the kitchen; I had a similarly wry thought as I stepped into the warm, fuzzy slippers needed when I sit for a long time in the frigid corner where the computer chair is. "Oh yeah, there's WYS the Glamorous," I thought.
So of course it led me to wonder-- what are YOU folks wearing?