hah!

 Realized this morning that the tank I was wearing did not quite match the cut of the bra I was wearing, resulting in a bit of peek-a-boo of the undergarment.  Which normally would be a case of don't-give-a-fuck, but I was going to be public-facing in a managerial capacity, so yeah, it mattered.

Solution?  Grabbed one of the ticky-tac dots we use to keep the rugs in place, cut it in half, and hey-presto, emergency dress tape!

I feel like my former theater wardrobe mistress would have been proud.