This was back in the day when I interacted in the same physical space as other human beings. I had tried to look somewhat professional, as one does when they get a new job. (And by this, I mean I brushed my hair and wore a blouse. No matter how I do myself up, my sister tells me I permanently look like a painter anyways. Or, worse, “the girl who always looks like she’s going to the farmers market”, as characterized by my boss).
Hi Options, nice to meet you (not really)
Hi Options, nice to meet you (not really)
Hi Options, nice to meet you (not really)
This was back in the day when I interacted in the same physical space as other human beings. I had tried to look somewhat professional, as one does when they get a new job. (And by this, I mean I brushed my hair and wore a blouse. No matter how I do myself up, my sister tells me I permanently look like a painter anyways. Or, worse, “the girl who always looks like she’s going to the farmers market”, as characterized by my boss).