As this blog is written by someone who actually has “hand-wash dirndl” and “write to Amish pen-pal” on this week’s To Do list, it won’t surprise you to hear that this weekend presents yet another party at which I am expected to dazzle.
And also as you would expect, any party involves dress-ups, if you’re me. Anyone who has ever been to a dress up party knows that this always, always presents a plethora of dilemmas.
While I’ve been called worse things than the Colossus of Costume, obviously I have a reputation to uphold. And a delicate chord to strike; this is a work function, after all. It’s the grand opening of our new building. All of Oban’s titans of industry (????) will be in attendance.
I must present myself as professional!
Capable!
Confident!
Approachable!
Not a liability, in any way!
Auditioning now for body doubles.
Are YOU coming on Saturday? Open day and canapes at Backpackers Plus, see y’all there.
Also, what should I do with my hair? I feel like I’m ‘between haircuts’ at the minute and would really appreciate some sensible suggestions, such as “get extensions to make it even more mullet-y”.
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