Tuesday, July 12, 2005
I Work Hard for the Money
It was important to look good this Monday 'cause we had a big meeting for a new client. We were meeting at a hotel in Toronto, and I was going along to observe, provide technical support, and hand things out as required. I have one suit, it's black and I really like it, the coat is long and flattering, and the look is classy. The only problem I've had so far is that everyone keeps thinking I'm a hotel employee and they ask me where the pool is.
With this in mind I decided to go shopping this weekend with money I don't have. Because I'm saving up for a house while paying off my student debt one would think there wouldn't be a lot available for clothes. You'd be right! That didn't keep me from buying two new suits, a bag, an extension cord, oh, and a greeting card. The first suit I bought was okay, but not tremendously exciting. How jazzed can you get about grey? So I moved along to the Bay, and I fell in love. It was so cute, so happy, so me! I bought a white suit with pencil thin green and pink stripes. That's the one I wanted to wear Monday, but the pants were too long.
I'd hoped BJ would be able to hem them for me, but she wasn't into it on such short notice. I'm not much of a sewer, everything always ends up making me look like I was a native of Bedrock. But you don't necessarily have to know how to sew to shorten something.
I wore the happy white suit to work on Monday having altered it my own unique way, but brought the grey one as back up and then I waited for Steph. She's younger than I am, and just seems to know how to dress me in a way I don't think I ever will. I'm a little hopeless when it comes to fashion. She arrived and I asked her what she thought of what I was wearing.
"You look great, that suit is really cute." She said this as she undid the knot in the scarf I was wearing as a belt and moved it over to the side so that the ends trailed out.
"Does it look professional enough for today's thing?"
"Yeah, I think so. Hey..."
"What?"
"Lynx, did you staple your pants?"
"They were too long. I didn't have enough safety pins."
"Go change into the grey one."
"Crap."
So sadly I can't wear it until it gets hemmed properly, as staples just won't cut it. I told my mother what I'd done and I could hear her over the phone sucking in her breath and biting her lip simultaneously, the way she does when I've committed some unspeakable act she didn't raise me to commit.
The grey looked fine, although having to wear nylons on a 34 degree day has probably given me a yeast infection. The other problem that drove me mental all day was the skirt's migratory tendency. The slit in the back kept meandering to and fro happily ending up wherever it felt most comfortable. When we left the conference room I noted it was perfectly centred in the front. Arsing thing.
In addition to buying news clothes I've also been given the opportunity to lie a lot lately. I keep being asked to pretend I'm someone else and call businesses from my cell phone so that we can do research on their processes and costs. One of our clients is planning on taking action against another company so today I had to call an office pretending I was a doctor's secretary. Maybe it's wrong, but all this subterfuge makes me feel so alive! I'm out there, on the cutting edge wheeling and dealing. I'm this close to being like Jennifer Garner in Alias. Who are the good guys, who are the bad? Will the boy end up dusted in the tub because I found out the date a report was mass-mailed? Stay tuned!
It was important to look good this Monday 'cause we had a big meeting for a new client. We were meeting at a hotel in Toronto, and I was going along to observe, provide technical support, and hand things out as required. I have one suit, it's black and I really like it, the coat is long and flattering, and the look is classy. The only problem I've had so far is that everyone keeps thinking I'm a hotel employee and they ask me where the pool is.
With this in mind I decided to go shopping this weekend with money I don't have. Because I'm saving up for a house while paying off my student debt one would think there wouldn't be a lot available for clothes. You'd be right! That didn't keep me from buying two new suits, a bag, an extension cord, oh, and a greeting card. The first suit I bought was okay, but not tremendously exciting. How jazzed can you get about grey? So I moved along to the Bay, and I fell in love. It was so cute, so happy, so me! I bought a white suit with pencil thin green and pink stripes. That's the one I wanted to wear Monday, but the pants were too long.
I'd hoped BJ would be able to hem them for me, but she wasn't into it on such short notice. I'm not much of a sewer, everything always ends up making me look like I was a native of Bedrock. But you don't necessarily have to know how to sew to shorten something.
I wore the happy white suit to work on Monday having altered it my own unique way, but brought the grey one as back up and then I waited for Steph. She's younger than I am, and just seems to know how to dress me in a way I don't think I ever will. I'm a little hopeless when it comes to fashion. She arrived and I asked her what she thought of what I was wearing.
"You look great, that suit is really cute." She said this as she undid the knot in the scarf I was wearing as a belt and moved it over to the side so that the ends trailed out.
"Does it look professional enough for today's thing?"
"Yeah, I think so. Hey..."
"What?"
"Lynx, did you staple your pants?"
"They were too long. I didn't have enough safety pins."
"Go change into the grey one."
"Crap."
So sadly I can't wear it until it gets hemmed properly, as staples just won't cut it. I told my mother what I'd done and I could hear her over the phone sucking in her breath and biting her lip simultaneously, the way she does when I've committed some unspeakable act she didn't raise me to commit.
The grey looked fine, although having to wear nylons on a 34 degree day has probably given me a yeast infection. The other problem that drove me mental all day was the skirt's migratory tendency. The slit in the back kept meandering to and fro happily ending up wherever it felt most comfortable. When we left the conference room I noted it was perfectly centred in the front. Arsing thing.
In addition to buying news clothes I've also been given the opportunity to lie a lot lately. I keep being asked to pretend I'm someone else and call businesses from my cell phone so that we can do research on their processes and costs. One of our clients is planning on taking action against another company so today I had to call an office pretending I was a doctor's secretary. Maybe it's wrong, but all this subterfuge makes me feel so alive! I'm out there, on the cutting edge wheeling and dealing. I'm this close to being like Jennifer Garner in Alias. Who are the good guys, who are the bad? Will the boy end up dusted in the tub because I found out the date a report was mass-mailed? Stay tuned!
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