It’s 8:30 AM, and you’re nestled in your favorite sweats, looking out your window at your picturesque backyard flower beds, sipping your favorite brand of tea. Ahhh, sounds amazing. Contrast this to feeling squished in a pencil skirt that you hate but it was the only nice thing not at the dry cleaners, staring at miles of gridlock traffic, with convenience store coffee accidentally splashed on your white dress shirt. Ick (can I go back to the flower beds, please?).