Spanish exchanges who came to our school were always
memorable for dressing poorly. They would arrive with their polo-necks, baggy
jeans and rucksacks, whilst us girls, at the age of 14, would be wearing uggs,
skinny jeans and a tighter-fitting top to highlight our then AA-cup breasts. I
guess I assumed that the exchanges just hadn’t grown into what we saw as ‘fashion’,
however, seeing the women in the office on my first day of work, I think maybe
poor dress sense is a Spanish thing. Middle-aged women dressed in floral
dresses that were all too short for their older bodies to pull off, combining
that with make-up that looked like they hadn’t taken off since the 80’s. I
arrived, business chic, being the ‘sexy businesswomen’ I had always wanted to
be. There I was in my tight black pencil skirt, peplum top (highlighting my now
D-cup breasts) and ‘office’ stilettos, looking more like I was going out for
drinks than a day in the office. Maybe acceptable in London, but here, I stuck
out like a sore thumb.
If I’m honest, my first day at work was crap. That’s the
only way to put it. My boss, Raquel, looked at me like a piece of shit and told
me to unpack her boxes into her new desk. As I stumbled around in my heels and
tight skirt unloading these many crates, I thought to myself ‘Is this really a
marketing internship? No’. So after my first day, I am referring to her as the ‘office
bitch’, but hopefully this will change over time.
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