Never too old to play dress up
I quit my crummy job. I'm out, I'm free. This Saturday is my last shift. Just in time as I got a torrent of abuse from some impatient moo, who was in a hurry as she had parked on double yellows, and that was my fault how? Deep breaths and tomorrow off. Most of my colleagues are nice now I have got to know them but not nice enough, they say I should stay but I don't want to get used to the kind of crap we have to put up with. After twenty years they are hardened to it, but I don't fancy sidelining in bitterness. My cheery disposition is getting quashed and I am cynical enough about this world we live in. So time to move on. Back into my own clothes. I miss my clothes. Maybe I'm a little vain but I feel more like me when I can decide what to put on each day. At least I have had this little lady (my little cyber me) and all her cute outfits to keep me amused.