I immediately applied lip gloess and volunteered to be Fire
Warden and Chief Fire & Rescue Liaison, since the regular Fire
Warden is on leave and I'm covering for her this week - so surely that
means I am automatically the logical choice for the role.
The
boss didn't seem too amused, impressed or swayed by my logic. Probably
because he owns the building and so he'll be footing the bill for the false
alarm. But still, I would've been super welcoming and friendly and I'm
positive I would've represented the company....well. FFS.
I saw 2 firemen out of the 2 crews that showed up:
Fireman #1: Sans uniform. In an entirely civilian outfit that did nothing for me
Fireman #2: Sporting enough of a middle-aged paunch that his yellow jacket looked more like a Teepee
Expecting something like this...
...the reality was closer to this. FFS!?
Fireman Fail. FFS!? Speaking of clothing... I wore my clothes backwards - top and bottom, the whole outfit - on Wednesday, thus blowing my attempt at Corporate Chic (Corporate Chic circa 1992...wardrobe FFS!?). FFS!? I only detected my fashion faux pas when I went to the bathroom - MID MORNING - after doing the school run, the Daycare run, the mail run, the building run where I regale the other company in the building with my witty repartee (which is clearly not what they found so amusing on that particular morning...). FFS!? In my defence, elasticised clothing is incredibly difficult to navigate sometimes. What with the lack of zips and buttons and obvious necklines. FFS!?
Ironically, my backwards work attire comes from the same era as backwards jeans toting Kris Kross, yo.
#1Hubby has been all about the schmooze this week - work conferences and conventions and dinner dates. So, not only have I been all Corporate Barbie Fail all week, but I've also been keeping the home fires burning solo too. FFS!? I've been the one to rush home from work via school and daycare, hit the epic homework list, pretend to listen to reading, referee over-tired, cranky, warring twin toy hostage negotiations, create culinary masterpieces with at least 5 veg, then force/bribe/beg/threaten/bargain/tantrum the kids into eating it, bath them, put them to bed, get shit organised for the next day....and then, right as I get to sit down in front of the TV/laptop, #1Hubby walks in the door and comments on how nice and quiet it is - which obviously means things have been just as blissful and serene prior to his 3 mini MOFO offspring being put to bed. Extra massive enormous MOFO. FFS!? Is it any wonder I wear my clothes backwards? FFS!? And just one final reminder to enter my winetastic Omrah Wines giveaway which closes tomorrow.
