blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
blamebrampton ([personal profile] 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!

[identity profile] chantefable.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
"But it's covered in cat!"

:D You're wearing FUR, Brammers! What would Brigitte Bardot say?

[identity profile] nenne.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
Covered in cat no less. *giggles* A good thing you found out then.

[identity profile] phoenixacid.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
Cat fur! How brutal! :P

[identity profile] mrsquizzical.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
i'm relieved to know that you do, in fact, have a cat...

[identity profile] teganscrush.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I cannot remember the last time I had to dress up for anything, to be honest, but I'm fairly sure that it was probably annointed by one or the other of my rotten girls. :)

[identity profile] elissande.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The advantage of being a scientist is that you don't even have to dress up for the CEO! Unfortunately, you do have to 'dress' when going to another organisation and doing an audit (quality, not finance). :)

We too have cats that unselfishly want to share their fur with we poor, furless humans. The orange tabby has fur that is noticeable on any colour except orange and the other one has a coat of many colours so she can get you no matter what you are wearing.

[identity profile] norton-gale.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
My late cat Uther used to greet me when I was dressed for court by leaping on me with muddy paws. It's what cats do!

Hope your meeting went well.

[identity profile] kerryblaze.livejournal.com 2011-01-20 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh. So the Finance thing is international, huh? LOL. Covered in cat!!!

[identity profile] embolinaoz.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 10:57 am (UTC)(link)

As the proud owner of four feline fluffballs (who's annual shedding would probably be enough to stuff several small couches) I recommend carrying those sticky roller things in one's handbag for fur emergencies ;) I'd also suggest avoiding meetings with the finance department, but that might be wishful thinking!!

Hope the meeting was a huge success & three cheers for honest chums!!

[identity profile] enchanted-jae.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
No outfit is complete without cat hair. Our cats know this; they simply must convince us of the fact.