I collapsed on my bed, just having returned from work feeling so tired. I needed some “me time” to decompress from a long day of playing nice with the executives at my company, fake laughing at many jokes and doing “favors” that far exceeded my job description.
I reported to the VP of finance. I was quite adept in my field, but as I was a young blonde woman I was often mistaken for an executive assistant or secretary. It didn’t help that I was rather timid and liked to wear pretty dresses.
That day I was wearing a knee length dress that flared out at my slender waist. The skirt was pink and soft, and the top was black with a crocheted pattern overlay. The choker collar and open back were my favorite parts, but I minimized those with a black cardigan. My glasses had thick black frames. I felt fairly put together that day, except that my shoulder length hair was looking a little windswept and my pink nail polish was chipping.