So, here’s the scenario, the boss walks in and says to me you can order some work shirts. I love spending company money. I know the company credit card number off by heart – no I only use it for good I swear and I swear a lot. So I turned to my assistant, technically twenty years younger then me but I sometimes think I am dealing with an eighty-year old spinster aunt. We came to the colour choice quickly as I wanted black and I am a pushy bitch so I got what I wanted. Black is such a happy, slimming colour and I look good in it so there. I did not give a rat’s arse whether we had button up or pull on as in the end it’s just a work shirt. But not my assistant. Give her a choice and she will agonize for hours. I learned this with the Subway menu crisis last week. Don’t ask – let’s just say no one ate Subway that day as it all seemed too hard in the end. Anyway the crisis raged on all day – button up or pull on? In the end I lost conscious and tried to fake death so I did not have to listen to my assistant go on and on and on about it.
Did we choose button up or pull on? I chose pull on as it had the one important factor for me. I did not have to iron it. As for my assistant she could not choose so I expect even now as I write this she is at home agonizing over this. The moral of this story is some people should never be given a choice. Equality is an important thing but not when it comes to picking out company shirts.
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Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?
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