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EEN STOMME OUTFIT AAN EN
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Well. So you get up at 7:30 AM, right? Determined to have everything sorted by 9:00 AM and thus be on time for work. But at 9:45 AM you’re still in the fitting room because you just have ZERO clothes to wear. While you’re standing in your very own fitting room! I mean, those things are there for a reason, you’d think. Or am I going crazy? I’m just getting totally frustrated here. Enough of that!
But actually, I want to talk about how such a clothing crisis can ruin your entire day. Because it got later and later and later, and the pile of clothes being tried on and taken off grew bigger and bigger, and my head got redder and redder, and in the meantime, I was also getting less and less breath and was screaming and cursing, and I really had to leave otherwise I would get fired and well, then what happened happened.
I left in a stupid outfit.
And I tell you, that’s not recommended, because a stupid outfit will haunt you all day long. Sure, sometimes you think you’ve forgotten about it because you’re hidden behind your desk, or you’re wearing your winter coat, or you’ve been staring at the ceiling for an hour on purpose, but there always comes a moment when you accidentally see again how stupid you look, for example when you have to go to the office bathroom and there’s a big mirror. And then you’re just stuck with the consequences because as soon as you see yourself, the next terrorist thoughts hit you hard, because that’s what terrorist thoughts are for.
– How then, bitch? What will people think?
– I really need to go home during the break and then just quickly put on another shirt.
– Can’t do it. Bitch was already way too late this morning!
– Can I borrow something from a colleague then? A nice shirt? Even if it’s just a nice shirt?
– It’s beneath your dignity.
– There’s no solution. What a hell. Life is hell.
– Wait! Maybe I should tie my shirt like models do lately.
– Okay, I should never become a stylist, my god, what a weird mess.
– There’s only one solution: they’ll just have to take me as I am, in a few hours I’m going home and then I’m just going to burn my entire wardrobe. That’ll teach them! The jerk! And then I’ll just buy all new clothes!
– You don’t have any money for new clothes.
The end. Yeah sorry, bad story.
