It started as a joke.
Just something I'd say.
"Those are my Quittin' Jeans.
I'll wear 'em to work One Day."
The first week at a new job,
they give you some useful things.
I got five uniform shirts
and five pairs of jeans.
We can wash mine at home.
Save the weekly fee.
Terri can do it. She won't mind.
And I took 'em to 203.
One stood out and was different.
Those jeans were a brand new pair.
Stiff with starch, and perfectly blue,
unlike the others, they'd seen no wear.
So next to the wall in our closet
the new pair patiently waits.
On the original Cintas hanger,
those jeans still looks great.
Now, each morning before the sun is up,
As I get dressed for the day,
My Quittin' Jeans quietly nod, "Hello."
Then send me on my way.
Nine years and four bosses later,
Lots of changes here, it seems.
Each day is a day closer,
To wearin' those Quittin' Jeans.
That, "One Day," I mentioned earlier?
Closer than it's ever been.
I'll show up in my Quittin' Jeans
and turn a notice in.
10-16-2025