I’ve been wearing running shoes to work. A couple of weeks ago, I even had a pair of work shoes in my bag, to change into later, as I walked through downtown streets on my way to a meeting.

Remember when that was a thing? I guess only if you’re a certain age.

It was 1988, the year I graduated and started looking for work.

The shoulder pads. The puffed up hair. The power suits. The heels. I wore all of that. I even went to New York City pretty regularly for work at one point.

Nowadays, jeans and Converse are just fine. I even carry a backpack, like Dora.

Work feels more like a campus. And working from home is the ultimate dream.

Funny how life works like that.

Any movies inspire flashbacks for you?