Girlified
So I was ambushed the other day. Casually walked into Georgie’s office to be confronted by Dad and Georgie’s boss.
“You have a meeting tomorrow. What are you going to wear?”
“Um I dunno, my jeans I guess”
“THAT’S IT. ‘Georgie’s Boss’! Take my credit card and take her shopping”
*cheers from Georgie’s Boss*
I don’t know if I’ve really expressed how much I hate shopping. There’s been many a attempt by my friends to drag me round clothes shops to buy shit I’ll hate in a few days anyway. I don’t mind buying stuff I like though. Meaning, I love jeans, hoodies, general skate punk type casual clothes. Dresses and “work clothes” are another story.
The shopping trip went ok though. Georgie’s boss simply marched me round shops, picked out clothes and I brought them :) And amazingly enough.. I kinda like what I brought.
First day at work was funny. The accounts lady stared at me for a while and simply blurted “There’s something wrong with you today”
“I’m wearing a dress?”
“OH! So you are! That’s it! You look lovely dear”
My fellow bogan downstairs wasn’t so impressed at smoko.
“What the Fuck. Are you wearing BOOTS?”
“Shut the fuck up alright”
“Is that a DRESS?”
“Oi shush, pass me your lighter”
Everyone in the office has been extra careful to let me know they approve of the Girlification. I’m putting my foot down before this goes too far though. I refuse to take the ring out of my lip for one. Heh.
Edit: I’m wearing a new dress today, and just got asked if hell had frozen over. This coming from the guy who wears his best suit on CASUAL FRIDAY.
