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Ok, leading-hand lady isn't top of my shit list anymore. I have decided that she felt compelled to yell at me. Her boss is making her enforce the new 'no talking' rule, and she is uncomfortable with it and hence reacted badly. Generally, she's fairly nice to me.
And damn that Scottish accent. Ever since Helen from Bad Girls, I have trouble concentrating when someone speaks to me with a Scottish accent! Fortunately, after working with various Scots, I am better with it, but on the odd occasion it still gets me...
Top of my shit list now is main boss lady; she's SUCH a cow!
I have to get out of there.
God knows what I'm going to wear to Dina's sister's mendhi night. Melissa loaned me her skirt, but I remembered (after trying it on) why I dislike wrap-around skirts. They just aren't good for someone who has a waist-to-hip ratio like mine (and unlike Melissa's). I'm going to have to get my purple satin dress dry-cleaned tomorrow (speed dry-cleaning!) and find a shirt to wear over it. That way I have a long, formal skirt-ish thing, and the shirt will cover my shoulders, back and cleavage (which the dress doesn't). It will also cover the fact that that dress is a little to small for me these days... damn that extra 6 kg. Ok, so I guess I know now too, as well as God. I wish it wasn't such a pain in the arse though. *sighs* I usually have a couple of weeks at least to plan my attire for formal events. I hate spur-of-the-moment dressing, even though this isn't that spur-of-the-momenty. I hate wearing formal attire and I hate wearing skirts and dresses! Why can't I just wear pants?? Damned gender roles in the Indian community. Grrrrrrr.
I'm going to go cheer myself up with cookie dough.
And damn that Scottish accent. Ever since Helen from Bad Girls, I have trouble concentrating when someone speaks to me with a Scottish accent! Fortunately, after working with various Scots, I am better with it, but on the odd occasion it still gets me...
Top of my shit list now is main boss lady; she's SUCH a cow!
I have to get out of there.
God knows what I'm going to wear to Dina's sister's mendhi night. Melissa loaned me her skirt, but I remembered (after trying it on) why I dislike wrap-around skirts. They just aren't good for someone who has a waist-to-hip ratio like mine (and unlike Melissa's). I'm going to have to get my purple satin dress dry-cleaned tomorrow (speed dry-cleaning!) and find a shirt to wear over it. That way I have a long, formal skirt-ish thing, and the shirt will cover my shoulders, back and cleavage (which the dress doesn't). It will also cover the fact that that dress is a little to small for me these days... damn that extra 6 kg. Ok, so I guess I know now too, as well as God. I wish it wasn't such a pain in the arse though. *sighs* I usually have a couple of weeks at least to plan my attire for formal events. I hate spur-of-the-moment dressing, even though this isn't that spur-of-the-momenty. I hate wearing formal attire and I hate wearing skirts and dresses! Why can't I just wear pants?? Damned gender roles in the Indian community. Grrrrrrr.
I'm going to go cheer myself up with cookie dough.