Supermarket blind date..
Soo..I should be madly typing away at my Design Project, you know, that huge one where they throw us environmental engineers in with other engineers and watch us fight to the death. My individual report is due on Wednesday and right now I've done 400 words..brilliant. Really brilliant.
My group presentation for this project is on Tuesday, although technically all I have to do is be mute and look pretty since I'm not presenting this time round. We've been told that the dress code is 'smart casual.' I'm not exactly sure what that means, because personally I only have two options: very smart or very casual. It's either the pant suit or the harlequin print skirt with the bow belt. I think someone suggested wearing a dress to earn brownie points because all of our assessors are male. I'm not sure what it is, maybe spending four years around guys all the time does something to you, but I feel somewhat squeamish about the idea of dresses in the engineering workplace. It's like CHECK IT OUT, I'M WEARING A DRESS AND I HAVE A VAGINA!!
ANYWAY.
I was in the supermarket the other day, perusing the aisles for more junk to eat, when I felt a hand go around my waist. I sort of froze and got scared of turning around incase it really was a huge old creeper that had his arm around me. WALK REALLY FAST AND MAYBE YOU CAN OUT-WALK HIM, was literally my amazingly crap plan of attack. No surprise that the plan failed and the creeper arm was still around my waist. Then I hear something along the lines of, "Honey, that's not me." LOLLLL
My group presentation for this project is on Tuesday, although technically all I have to do is be mute and look pretty since I'm not presenting this time round. We've been told that the dress code is 'smart casual.' I'm not exactly sure what that means, because personally I only have two options: very smart or very casual. It's either the pant suit or the harlequin print skirt with the bow belt. I think someone suggested wearing a dress to earn brownie points because all of our assessors are male. I'm not sure what it is, maybe spending four years around guys all the time does something to you, but I feel somewhat squeamish about the idea of dresses in the engineering workplace. It's like CHECK IT OUT, I'M WEARING A DRESS AND I HAVE A VAGINA!!
ANYWAY.
I was in the supermarket the other day, perusing the aisles for more junk to eat, when I felt a hand go around my waist. I sort of froze and got scared of turning around incase it really was a huge old creeper that had his arm around me. WALK REALLY FAST AND MAYBE YOU CAN OUT-WALK HIM, was literally my amazingly crap plan of attack. No surprise that the plan failed and the creeper arm was still around my waist. Then I hear something along the lines of, "Honey, that's not me." LOLLLL