It's here, Bad Picture Day! I rolled out of bed, dressed and ran to the store only to park in front of a sign in the store window that said, "Don't Even Think About Parking Your Big Rear Here." Bad Omen.
At least I discovered my wallet was missing before I got in the store.
On my second trip to the store, I parked in front of an ad for chew. Grabbed a newspaper, and a 44 oz. diet Coke and flew home. I had to reconfirm that picture was as bad as I remember.
It was worse! Oh, Man! Ladies, throw away all your fat clothes now, disarm your snooze alarm, and vow never to leave the house looking like I did that day!
The ad is a half page. Doesn't my boss look perky and cute? And don't I look - geez, don't I look efficient? I look like the girl in school you hoped was going to grow up to be good at something because that was the only life she'd ever have!
"I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER leave the house looking like that!"
Heck, I think I'll start dressing nicer even to sleep, just in case. Full make-up, the works! Obviously, one can never tell when a camera might appear to ruin your life.
Thank goodness the presentation photo turned out okay, and I'm right next to my buddy, Martha! As Leasing Director, she picked up the award for The Montclair. There was a great picture of the resident who won for Best Volunteer, too. I think we should have put her in the ad, not me! Then we could have blown up her photo to a 4-foot banner. Much better advertising, I think, to say we have the best residents around. Not the best puffy lime green receptionist.
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