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blamebrampton) wrote2011-01-20 08:16 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2011-01-20 08:16 pm
I have been laughing all day ...
Partly because my flist makes me feel far more normal, in all the nicest ways, and partly because I am all for people sharing random hot men with each other -- you know who you are ;-)
Also because I had an Important Meeting in Finance today. Publishing is weird in that you can turn up for work dressed in exactly the same clothes you would use to front a Leonard Cohen cover band, or to go clubbing, or to hang out with your lesbian librarian friends or one of many other scenarios without any question, because you are A Creative. You can do this on almost every day of the year, save when you have meetings with external clients or with the CEO, when you will suddenly transmogrify into a slickly groomed adult who could easily be mistaken for someone in advertising.
The only other exception is when you go to visit Finance, partly because the CEO has his office right next to theirs, but mostly because you need to impress upon the accountants that you are an entirely responsible and competent person who will only exceed a budget for reasons that were absolutely unavoidable and in the magazine's best interests.
So there I was, heels out of bag and on feet, make-up on, a few curls tonged into hair, leather notebook and Serious Pen, I went and stood in front of my girlfriend for a spot check. She was mostly encouraging, but pointed at my breasts.
'I'm wearing a couth frock!' I protested.
She nodded at me patiently. 'Yes, you are. But it's covered in cat.'
I knew that naughty Monster had been up to something when she came in to supervise me brushing my teeth! Hurrah for trustworthy girlfriends!
Also because I had an Important Meeting in Finance today. Publishing is weird in that you can turn up for work dressed in exactly the same clothes you would use to front a Leonard Cohen cover band, or to go clubbing, or to hang out with your lesbian librarian friends or one of many other scenarios without any question, because you are A Creative. You can do this on almost every day of the year, save when you have meetings with external clients or with the CEO, when you will suddenly transmogrify into a slickly groomed adult who could easily be mistaken for someone in advertising.
The only other exception is when you go to visit Finance, partly because the CEO has his office right next to theirs, but mostly because you need to impress upon the accountants that you are an entirely responsible and competent person who will only exceed a budget for reasons that were absolutely unavoidable and in the magazine's best interests.
So there I was, heels out of bag and on feet, make-up on, a few curls tonged into hair, leather notebook and Serious Pen, I went and stood in front of my girlfriend for a spot check. She was mostly encouraging, but pointed at my breasts.
'I'm wearing a couth frock!' I protested.
She nodded at me patiently. 'Yes, you are. But it's covered in cat.'
I knew that naughty Monster had been up to something when she came in to supervise me brushing my teeth! Hurrah for trustworthy girlfriends!
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:D You're wearing FUR, Brammers! What would Brigitte Bardot say?
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The cat put it there herself!
Though I did have a friend whose PhD was on feral cat control and who had a cat coat. There were Incidents. I had to talk an angry woman down off the ledge on one occasion by pointing out that he trapped and euthanased very humanely with full support from an ethics committee and that each feral cat killed hundreds of native animals each year. Steady repetition of facts in a calm voice was the key!
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The feral cat coat incident sounds like something straight from Ionesco. Real life is the best crack. :)
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And yes, Mon is very sneaky! But not as bad as babies who vomit quietly down people's backs.
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Beauty without cruelty.
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Though Mayhem will periodically drape herself across one's shoulders and around one's neck, like a particularly elegant live-cat stole. Very classy.
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(but so adorable!)
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