lookin at this minger,
it's understandable why she's *advising* bird's to not spare any effort to look fabtastic.
oh i needn't go on about that totally fake smile. [honestly, if any younger bloke's thinking of bonkin her, he must be blind. or trolleyed. or completely spaced out - reference her *gawping* at some younger bloke.]
but then, i can't bear to step out of the house - for work, that is - without any warpaint on. i first started using eyeliner only when i wore contact lenses. so that i didn't appear puffy-eyed. then lipstick at 23 or 24. and then proceed to full warpaint ensemble when i worked in recruitment at 29.
albeit reluctantly. however, the key is looking presentable and professional. especially so when you are representing the "image" of yer firm. it was only about a year after joining my last workplace [in 2000], that i slipped into the regular staple of jeans, t-shirt and sweater.
partly 'cos my job scope didn't include meetin people from outside the company. and partly due to working almost-regular overtime, early mornin rushing's to work and attending thrice-weekly university evening classes.
but i stopped in time from turning out totally scruffy like the rest - hallelujah. some of whom turning up for work in flip-flop's, shorts and unkempt hair. that's the broadcasting production industry for ye.
but i digress. well honestly, if any fella thinks us birds ought to put on the warpaint - or even dressed up to the nines - for *their* sake, they can very well go fly a kite.
i'll do it for my sake. and *mine* alone.
as enscribed by the letter b @ January 31, 2007 12:59 PM | someone's pinged