Please excuse the language but I have now "Arrived" I don't like schmoozies, bum sniffers or bull sifters - you're fired!
Boss asked me yesterday while I was running something up his flaghole about an important networking opportunity we were due to attend today.
"Could you wear some shoes and trousers please tomorrow"
I looked down at my hairy toes and scabby knees poking out from the ra ra skirt I normally wear for work, fixed him in his good eye and thought -
"This is where the rubber really hits the road"
Told him I had one other pair of kecks - green, fat man's elasticated waistband with pockets on the side (rund the ankle area) and a T-shirt with a picture of a fishing reel on. If he was prepared for me to team them up with a pair of felt soled wading boots then box on laddy.
He actually asked me what my shoe size was (That's not nice, he was offering me two of his own shoes, he's 3ft tall and has feet like a salmon)
I took the hint - "My name is Charlie and I dress like a Tramp" see I can say it.
Upshot - had to buy a suit this morning for a 13:30 mind meld with with some corporate greedhead.
Last suit I bought was when I was 22 year old - from me enterprise allowance money I'd scrunged. Wore it once to jump the queue for a flat right opposite Ibrox (stayed 6 nights, realised Celtic played at the other one) Moved to London and lent it to a mate when he got married for 4 grand in the Hackney registry office to an African Lady and never seen it since.
Too much typing and haven't even got to the "Suits You" Royal Quays story yet .................. I beg your indulgence
Boss asked me yesterday while I was running something up his flaghole about an important networking opportunity we were due to attend today.
"Could you wear some shoes and trousers please tomorrow"
I looked down at my hairy toes and scabby knees poking out from the ra ra skirt I normally wear for work, fixed him in his good eye and thought -
"This is where the rubber really hits the road"
Told him I had one other pair of kecks - green, fat man's elasticated waistband with pockets on the side (rund the ankle area) and a T-shirt with a picture of a fishing reel on. If he was prepared for me to team them up with a pair of felt soled wading boots then box on laddy.
He actually asked me what my shoe size was (That's not nice, he was offering me two of his own shoes, he's 3ft tall and has feet like a salmon)
I took the hint - "My name is Charlie and I dress like a Tramp" see I can say it.
Upshot - had to buy a suit this morning for a 13:30 mind meld with with some corporate greedhead.
Last suit I bought was when I was 22 year old - from me enterprise allowance money I'd scrunged. Wore it once to jump the queue for a flat right opposite Ibrox (stayed 6 nights, realised Celtic played at the other one) Moved to London and lent it to a mate when he got married for 4 grand in the Hackney registry office to an African Lady and never seen it since.
Too much typing and haven't even got to the "Suits You" Royal Quays story yet .................. I beg your indulgence
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