well it's 5am in GB and I am knackered due to the fact that for the 2nd night running some moron's car alarm is going off. I just rang the police who were useless. Bet they'd come if I went out and scratched a nice neighbourly message in their pristine paintwork.
So, anyway, back to EM's.
Couple of weeks ago I had an interview at a place with a huge open plan office. You get the idea..lots of pairs of eyes just waiting for something interesting to focus on.
I'd arrived by bus and had a few hundred feet to walk so I straightened my skirt and unbuttoned the jacket I had on over a kinda silky fabric top.
As I walked in a guy in the foyer gave me a long stare which made me feel 21 again and I definitely had a spring in my step as I bounced through the big office right to the far end where my interview was to be.
Felt a slight chill so I glanced down.
Yeah you guessed...ooops I did it again. Silky top had ridden up without me realising under my jacket and by now was in a roll on my neckline.Oh the horror.I was past caring about flashing my huge boobs...oh the shame of them all looking at my flabby spare tyre of a midrif!!!!And bloody cct cameras everywhere so they can have action replays whenever they like. God I might turn up on You've Been Framed and not even get the dosh.
The terrible thing about all this is I bet I will remember more. My life is like that. LOL
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