Make Up and Dress Up

Dear mouse,

I am not referring to the different colored concoctions that women as well men put in their faces to
cheat on their age and their looks. SILLY.

I am referring to my attempt to enjoy whatever I had missed when I was a`zombie-like running after the green bucks…busy working to earn money that I am going to spend for my retirement and old age.

I looked like a dork when my officemates were exchanging stories about movies they had all watched or episodes of new TV series that were in the prime time. They must have been tempted to give me an award, a cavewoman award for not knowing who the Friends were and why Seinfield was receiving the highest fee for his sitcom.

In my stay in the United States, I had only gone to the cinema three times. (TOINKK). Oh well, when the DVDs ( years ago, it was VHS) were available in the video rental, I borrowed one or two and slept all the way they’re playin’.

I got a collection of the classic movies with a plan to watch them when I have the time. I did not find the time and the time did notfind me…hohoho… so I shipped them to the Philippines.

Now, my brother has a collection of both the old movies and prime-time TV series that I have missed.
For a while, the books that I am reading are sidelined in my bed.

Dress Up

I am not referring to the clothes that I wear. Silly. I am referring to this news.

A Florida city is cleaning up with a new dress code that requires city workers to wear underwear and use deodorant. The city council in Brooksville north of Tampa recently approved a dress code that instructs employees to observe “strict personal hygiene.”
Repeat offenders can be fired.

After my stint in the financial district of San Francisco where employees are dressed with their business jackets, mostly women in black with black stockings and pump shoes (except when walking in the streets, where they could be wearing sneakers for convenience), I was hired in a non-profit agency where casual dressing was allowed the whole week.

I looked like a dork again when I report for work wearing business suits. They looked at me as if I had been from a distant planet.

Casual dressing means, the employees can come in shorts, tees, flip flops and other wears which they found comfortable.

We had a male receptionist slash assistant to the director whose desk was at the entrance of our office. He would come straight from his bed ( I supposed), wrinkled tops and pants that I was expecting an ironing board and iron come running after him. Ackkk.

When weather is hot and humid and people are perspiring ( I brought my own small electric fan), the air was not good for inhaling exercise from his area. Toink.

The Ca t