What actually happened
So after having nightmares about my boss giving me fashion lectures, and having the secretary tell me in a very nice motherly manner (but not-so-quiet volume):
"Aiya! Why don't you get new shirts? There is a hole in your armpit you know! Don't think people cannot see!! Some more so many stains. And is that shirt suppose to be white colour or what??" (stares beadily at me)
I decided a wardrobe revamp was in order.
And then I came across this:
And my parents are going to the States for 3 weeks, so I decided ok maybe I can order it, send it to Horrible Brother's house, and not have to do work-clothes shopping for at least another TWO YEARS.
That's what happened.
Other than the part where I got a little trigger happy with my mouse and bought over a thousand bucks worth of shirts (small NIGGLING detail).
Not so drama what.
"Aiya! Why don't you get new shirts? There is a hole in your armpit you know! Don't think people cannot see!! Some more so many stains. And is that shirt suppose to be white colour or what??" (stares beadily at me)
I decided a wardrobe revamp was in order.
And then I came across this:
And my parents are going to the States for 3 weeks, so I decided ok maybe I can order it, send it to Horrible Brother's house, and not have to do work-clothes shopping for at least another TWO YEARS.
That's what happened.
Other than the part where I got a little trigger happy with my mouse and bought over a thousand bucks worth of shirts (small NIGGLING detail).
Not so drama what.


3 Comments:
why aren't you coming to the States with your parents?
not to visit the same place as they do, but to come here with them so you can get a free ticket and then you can sneak away with a rental car?
this is a "working" trip for me dad... he managed to scrounge one extra ticket for me mom.. I was not so lucky
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