Saturday at Work

I am on lunch at work on Saturday. Saturday work stinks, however, I don't have sick time since I am only part-time so I need to make-up the hours I missed on Wednesday and Thursday when I was sick. I don't like being here on Saturdays, the offices are dead. I know there are patients and nurses etc. downstairs, but it is dark and lonely (and therefore creepy) here on the second floor.
The other day it was in the fifties and I saw a kid walking down the street in just jeans and a t-shirt. Not nearly warm enough for that. It did remind me, though, of when I was 12 or 13 and I'd walk down to my best friend's house in nothing but my "Esleep" pajamas. I loved my Esleep pajamas. I had 3 or 4 pairs. They were shorts and this baseball jersey type top. I think they came from JC Penny's.
Pretty much all I wore when I was that age was my school uniform or my Esleep Pajamas, unless I went somewhere other to the Maher's (which was at the end of my block) or to the Hunt's which was across the street, which didn't happen often; we were lazy. There were times we even went to Walgreen's in them (my friend Chris had them too, but I'm not sure about Lauren.) I have a picture somewhere of me and my precious pjs making one of those embroidery thread, friendship bracelets that were big in the early 90's. I'll post it if I ever find it.