In my “dreams” I would be a CEO, living in a BIG city, with a corner office, making six/seven figures, balancing the whole mom/wife/corporate thing {perfectly}. Plus, I would be 5’10″, 120 pounds and “dressed to the nines”.
Exhibit A:
Very practical – right?
Why do I say this? Take last month…
I was at a “working” lunch with a couple of “Directors” from “The-Large-Corporation-I-Work-For-That-Will-Not-Be-Named” (I am a Manager. Manager = lower on the food chain). When the bill came, I was asked to put it on my Corporate AmEx.
SO
I pulled out my wallet, opened it, and let out a horrified gasp as a dirty Q-Tip fell on to the receipt. What. The. H3LL (sorry Grandma). Talk about corporate suicide (a CEO would never carry dirty Q-Tips in her purse). Goodbye sweet, sweet dream.
In my own defense: I was probably putting my mascara on in the car and decided to bring said Q-Tip along for the ride in case a mascara mishap were to occur.
In an attempt to lighten the situation, one of the “Directors” said “Of course something like this happens to you, Cammie”.
What in the H3LL does that mean? (again… I’m sorry Grandma)
I’m a Bella Girl and I am one Classy Lady.
~Camberley
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LMAO!!! dirty Q-tips are my worst nightmare… Im glad it was you and not me. Im sure you still looked classy.
Um, well, Miss Cam Bam. You lead a whirl wind, jam packed life. And due to this fact, your separate lives can collide – that of fashionista, with your bra tape – that of business chick, with the below the knee skirts and hose – and that of the “make-up in the car girl, we all sit behind at green lights.
My guess is that this last one was the culprit behind the dirty q-tip in your purse.
Cheers.