Every morning, the boys look at me appraisingly, and say, "You're going to work like THAT?" Today I wore a skirt, kinda a bohemian look I'll admit, and Sam said, "Good grief, you look like you fell out of a tree." Even on the first day, which as every temp knows is 'Dress Smart and Suss Out the Threads' day, when I wore smart slacks and a jacket, they weren't entirely happy until I had tucked in my shirt. And then they sighed, "I don't suppose you have a belt?" I just snort at them and ignore.
|Don't look outside...|
However, sitting in an ergonomically designed chair, answering the phone, gazing at an AMAZING huge computer screen from 8.30 to 5.00, snacking on flapjacks and McVites Cheddars... I just realized today that I will be wearing a bikini in exactly three weeks. So I got off the bus early, and walked a while. Then I packed myself a container of crunchable veggibles, and a bag of nuts. And I will not be having the huge subsidized lunch with all the sauce and cheese and things in the canteen tomorrow. Sigh!
A word about Cheddars: About two years ago, I had my first mini Cheddar. I was in a pub, and fished one out of a bowl, and crunched. Angels sang. I held one up. "What! What? What are theeese????" I cannot believe that I never knew about Cheddars before. And now I do. My world is a yummier place. So I may allow myself occasional Cheddars at work.
I think I will have to make peace with not being skinny in my bikini. I suspect that once I'm lolling on the sand, I won't care.