I just found my first CON of the Working World. Ironing. Damn, I had forgotten about ironing.
Geez, my aching back. And I am out of beer.
Blogversary 17
3 months ago
A meandering of thoughts and pontifications and quite a few foul words.
7 comments:
I don't own anything that needs to be ironed! You are setting the bar too high girl...
I have two words for you - Dry. Cleaners.
Totally worth the expense when you are expected to maintain creases.
Just start wearing polyester moo-moos. Iron free.
What's an iron?... sounds dangerous.
A well-suited and neatly ironed woman in the workplace is a big turn-on -especially in the Playboy Mansion might I add. (You don't happen to work there, do you?)
Skyspappy- His AND hers ironing.
Lady- I thought of that many times, surely it can't be too much.
Dr. Z- That's what I have been wearing. They frown on that in your cubes.
Pixie- I wish I wasn't so intimately acquainted!
T- LK has suggested that, but mine are real and I don't think those are allowed. I do suppose the ironing would be at a minimum there, so there's that.
I also vote for dry cleaners.
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