Rocky McRock, Office Girl
It was hot this morning (heading for 30C today) and it takes me nearly 40 minutes to walk to work, so I decided to do it in my singlet and skirt, and bring a sleeved top to change into when I got there. Comfy walk, professional looking Sadhbh on arrival.
Except when I got in and looked in my bag, I realised I totally forgot the fecking decent top, and now I have to sit here on reception for the day in a black singlet and some heavy silver and iron jewellery looking like Rocky McRock the Inappropriately Dressed Office Girl. Urgh. And to make matters worse, I have a meeting later where I need to impress three people I have never met with my PR and media skills. I have massive muscling shoulders on display and I look like I am off to the Metallica gig. Which I *am* but that is tomorrow night not at work in a Uni around frail academia types.
As we say in Cork, I’m MORTO, like.
Except when I got in and looked in my bag, I realised I totally forgot the fecking decent top, and now I have to sit here on reception for the day in a black singlet and some heavy silver and iron jewellery looking like Rocky McRock the Inappropriately Dressed Office Girl. Urgh. And to make matters worse, I have a meeting later where I need to impress three people I have never met with my PR and media skills. I have massive muscling shoulders on display and I look like I am off to the Metallica gig. Which I *am* but that is tomorrow night not at work in a Uni around frail academia types.
As we say in Cork, I’m MORTO, like.