I know that I’m not the greatest sportsperson in the world, but I know a good sports person when I see one. I know that when Greg takes me on this date it will be to the biggest and most exclusive restaurant in town. I need to make sure that I look my very best. I plan to go to the very best cosmetic salon in Melbourne to get the most perfect makeover that I possibly can. A few months back I got cosmetic tattooing, Melbourne has a lot of professionals in this field that I can personally recommend. It’s not nearly as scary as it sounds, it just means that I spend far less time on my makeup that I used to. I can basically roll out of bed and go to work without having to put much effort into dolling myself up. The last time I had anything major done was three years ago, it was to look good for another date. Let me just say that It did not end well, but that was not the fault of my beauty. Turns out that I have terrible taste in men and I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to dating. How do I keep picking these beautiful losers? This time, I have a real good good feeling about this guy though. He’s super nice and totally buff. He’s the kind of guy you go out of your way to get laser hair removal. Melbourne men are very stylish so I picked up a new dress for the occasion.
Update:
It turns out that I’m not worthy of this guy’s time. I’m way too good for him. As it turns out that all the laser hair removal was pointless. I wasn’t enough to keep his wandering eye for even half an hour. Lesson learned. I’m going to stay single.
I just got the best job whilst living here in Melbourne. I’m the newest curator of one of the biggest art galleries in the city, my dream job and it’s finally mine. We are having an exhibit of the single greatest collection of renaissance art that I’ve ever seen in my life. I definitely need to look the part, I don’t want anyone thinking that I don’t belong. I need to blend in with the art folk, while still finding a way to stand out and show my individuality. I’m not in the habit of turning heads but I can’t say that it wouldn’t make me smile. I want to look and feel my best, be at the top of my game. My sister is helping with a much needed makeover. My sister look about ten years younger than she is with the help of a regular
If I had to pick my dream job…it’d be mine. My job would be my dream job. It’s actually, truly, verifiably the best job in the world. Don’t quote me, because I’m sure J.J. Abrams is having a great time right now riding a solid gold surfboard over piles of both his millions and the printed-out critic reviews telling him of his own greatness, but I think mine is pretty good.
I have to tell you, the people running this course don’t mess around. I’ve failed the final assessment about four times, and they let you retake it as many times as you like because it’s got this reputation for being brutal. I was pretty down about it at first, but then I learned that six times was about average. To which I say ‘what?’ but still. They want people to be the best, I guess?