Crying at the office is just tragic on all kinds of levels. You can’t weep openly like you would in the privacy of your own home. You can escape to the toilets for a while and sob silently and not for too long as people will suspect that you’ve gone off to cry. It’s embarrassing when people do you know you have cried and then start asking condescendingly ‘What’s wrong?’ and nudging Kleenex your way. Overall, it’s just not all that pro to be bubblering at work.
But when you’re hassled by people needlessly, spoken to in a derogatory way and basically made to feel about 5cm tall, those tears to start rolling. I’ll say that in my line of work (digital advertising), unhappy clients aren’t a pretty sight. Today was particularly stressful.
A lot of my colleagues turn to the post-work pub ritual or a cigarette or two to relieve the stress. I rely on my fashion pick-me-ups. Today, the pick-me-ups were very rightly timed. At about 11:00am when I could feel my blood boiling, my Etsy purchase arrived. The personal packaging, the handwritten thank-you note instantly calmed me right down. From the UK-based KissCurl who sell ‘millinery for the femme fatale’ came a femme fatale piece that I had been meaning to buy for yonks but never got round to it. It’s the feather fascinator which was instantly imprinted into my mind when I saw the film Brick. I will be further exploring Kiss Curl’s beautiful head creations but for now, I’ll slip in the feather fascinator as and when I can, without even creating an up-do as to not make it look too ‘done’.
Then to get me through the whole day, I had the Rupert Sanderson factory sale to look forward to as the end of day pick-me-up as opposed to drowning my sorrows in a vodka and cranberry. I dragged the bf down to a quaint room at the back of a church in Mayfair where women were literally ravagaing piles and piles of shoeboxes. Not finding anything of interest in my size in the boxed shoes, I started rummaging through the press boxes and found these metallic dark blue sandals with padded straps. I want to wear them with thick ribbed grey ankle socks and tights to wintri-fy the sandals.
Now, I’ve just also had a heaping plate of spaghetti and meatballs cooked by the boyf and with one eye on the fascinator and the other on the shoes, my day has been excellently picked-up.