I remember in my first month, I rang my mum in tears at midnight one night because I had to make an Easter bonnet, and it just wasn't happening for me. She told me to call an ambulance as obviously I needed psychiatric help.
I'm getting better at it as time goes on. Lord knows I've had some practice.
This week I even had a breakthrough of sorts. We had Halloween. I knew exactly what to wear. My 'Jacob is the New Black' t-shirt. And I knew just what to bring for the morning tea:
And I looked around at my colleagues and what they were wearing and what they bought to eat. It made me smile. And I didn't feel like a freak at all. Despite the fact that I am a forty year old woman, advertising not only the fact that she loves the Twilight series but actually has a preference between a vampire and a werewolf for a boyfriend.
Maybe I've accepted this 'theme day' gig or maybe it's Halloween I love. But I am very happy today. And totally strung out on sugar.
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