Oh what a day

Summary: It has happened to the best of us, for some, it has happened at the worst of times.

Season: Any except six because Jonas isn't here (sniff)

Spoilers: none, nada, niet, zilch, zero, zip......uh, did I mention that there weren't any spoilers?

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I am pretty sure my dog ate the deed to the SG-1 franchise. He's been barking in Goa'uld for weeks.

Author's note: it has been a while since I have posted a story, and it feels good to be writing again. Feel free to review at your discretion, and thank you for reading!

What a great day it was to be going to work! For the first time in a while, Jack was actually looking forward to his day at the base. He didn't know exactly how to put his finger on it. But something told him that today was simply going to be just a fantastic day. Even if he did have to wear his dress uniform.

Jack had gotten up early for a change, just to iron. Years of practice had taught him how to produce glass-cutting military creases with half an eye open at five am in the morning. He laid out his brand new black socks, and a fresh pair of navy blue boxers to match his dress pants (with matching glass-cutting creases), and neatly arranged all of the ribbons on the left side of his jacket. He rummaged a minute for his tie, found it, and laid it down next to the other items on his newly made bed.

Since hand-polishing shoes was sooo outdated, Jack had brought out his patent leathers, known to the military and law enforcement as Corafram, and set them at the end of the bed.

Even the shower felt particularly good this morning. The water was extra hot, with a little bit of a nip to it, just enough to turn his skin pink. The steam in the bathroom cleared his senses of any residual sleepiness that might be hiding as he stepped out into the cooler area by the sink. He had a full can of shaving cream, and didn't cut himself once while he was shaving. Jack dressed and combed his hair, and even had time for a cup of coffee before it was time to go. It wasn't every day they had a base-wide dress uniform inspection.

And it wasn't everyday that Jack got to run it.

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What an awful day to be going to work! For the first time in years, Sam was dreading returning to the base. She had only left an hour ago, and she was desperately trying to keep her eyes open as she attempted to put her car key in her front door lock. Realizing at last why the key wouldn't fit, she hurriedly switched keys to the house key, jammed it in the lock, and pushed the door open with an exasperated grunt. As she went in, the shoelace on her left boot that had been untied since 2am, finally got the better of her, and she tripped into the hallway, almost landing face down. Sam put out her hands to stop her fall, and ended up on her knees. She stood up, shut the door, and cursed the Colonel for choosing today of all days for a uniform inspection. Of course staying up at the base until four in the morning hadn't been her intention either. Why couldn't she just leave well enough alone? Why did she have to be so anal about her experiments?

Sam was grateful for her obsessive-compulsive tendencies, as she ran to her closet to pull out her dress uniform, still in the plastic from the cleaners after the last time she had worn it. She threw it on the never- slept-in bed, yanked a pair of pantyhose from her bureau drawer, whipped out the first pair of undies that she could get her hands on from the other drawer, pulled her dress heels from the shoe rack, and stripped off her BDU's for a hyper speed shower.

The water didn't get hot enough, Sam ran out of shampoo, and it wasn't until she was out of the shower and dried, that she realized she had shaved her right leg, and totally ignored the left. She put on the underwear which were a pretty lacey white favorite of hers. She sat on the edge of the bed to put her nylons on, and when she went to put the first foot in, she heard the familiar sound of the ripping fabric. UggH! She had put her toes right through the end of the nylons. She quickly shed them and ran to the dresser and grabbed her back up pair...well, one of them anyway. She had her nylons on crooked, and her make up on in a hurry, as she finished dressing and put on her heels. The cleaners had done an awful job with the skirt, but there was no time to change it. Sam adjusted the ribbons on the left side of her jacket, grabbed her cover, and dashed back out the door. She had thirty-five minutes to make a fifty five-minute drive, and the gas tank had flashed on empty on her way home. A dress uniform inspection today? AAACCK! There wasn't even time for coffee.

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