in my office, "dear"s, "darling"s and "you’re so sweet" are dropped like hair off a balding man everyday.

 

because i sit right in front of the PR desk, i get to hear all their phone conversations, and a typical one usually sounds like this:

 

*in a chirpy voice, several octaves higher than their usual* 

 

"oh hello dear! how are you! oh, i’m goooooddd! *giggles* ….(blah blah, a whole lot of unnecessary chatter)….oh thank you so much dahhhling! you’re so sweet! yes yes, meet up soon okay! *another long chain of giggles erupt* okay sure thing! thank you once again deaaaarrr! see you!"

 

miss chirpy then goes back to smashing the keys on her keyboard.

 

true, it is necessary to maintain good relations with the media when you’re in public relations, but then again, fake does not equate to being sincere.

 

when i carry out tasks for them, they go, "thank you dear!" without as much passing me a look.

you know, sometimes a "thanks" accompanied by a tiny smile would work much better.

 

hell, i don’t know if they go "thank you dear!" to the cleaning auntie too when she empties the wastepaper basket underneath our desks everyday.

 

if they do, it’ll be weird.

 

not that i don’t express my thanks to her, i always make sure i apologise to her sincerely every evening because i’m such a messy eater that the bin’s always filled with a whole load of trash.

 

but anyway, what i just mentioned does not have to do with anything i’ll be bitching about later.

 

no, whoever i’m going to be talking about later is *coughs* not necessarily in the PR team. *coughs*

 

so this colleague, let’s call her B for easy reference (go figure what B stands for).

 

ever since day 1 when i entered the company, she’s been bitching about my dresses and skirts, which in her opinion (however green-eyed it might be), are too short.

 

she nudges my other intern friend and tells her to "tell your friend that her dress is very short leh", declares in front of the team during lunch that "her dress is really very short hor", and tells me right in my ear that "not everyone wants to look at your assets".

 

well, good to know that she thinks my legs are assets, for one.

 

of course i didn’t quite bother about her, because hey, if even my mum’s not complaining (and she’s quite particular about the way i dress, especially when it comes to tops, but that’s another story for another entry), then why is she?

 

besides, i personally don’t think my dresses are short. they don’t shoot right up to reveal my buttcheeks or anything and if a situation like that threatens, there’s always tights.

 

this incident that happened on friday just further proves my point.

 

while out lunching with my intern friend, she once again brings up the topic of my dresses being too short.

 

"seriously, nobody’s going to take her seriously if she keeps wearing her short dresses".

 

this coming from someone who wears tops with her cleavage spilling out.

talk about hypocrisy.

 

so my conclusion is that she’s just very, very jealous.

either that, or she just can’t stand the sight of lean, toned gams with dresses/skirts swishing about them in front of her. 

 

which also means she’s jealous lah.  

 

 

my friend, A, offered an awesome solution though.

i’ve recently discovered that i can fit into his formal shirts quite nicely, and i somehow end up looking like this:

 

sleepy out-of-bed hair, sleeves of shirt ending near my fingers, the bottom of the shirt cupping my ass just very nicely.

 

no, fat hope if you were wishing for a picture. emoticon

 

so while i told him that he ought to loan me a couple of shirts when the school term starts, just so that i can put them on during lazy-to-dress-up-days, he remarked that i should just put on one of them and strut to work.

 

and then when i see B, walk up to her and go,

 

"you know B, i decided you’re right. my skirt is too short. so i thought i would wear a shirt. and nothing but a shirt.  *blinks peepers in mock innocence*

 

 

what a brilliant comeback. emoticon