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I am so fucking sick of clothes. Specifically, I am sick of ironing clothes. I have to iron clothes because I work at a place with a dress code, and I have to look presentable. Only I never look presentable because I can never get the wrinkles out because I SUCK at ironing. The iron is never hot enough! Or I'm not using starch! Or I can't get the two layers of clothes to line up and put a massive huge crease in the underside of whatever I'm ironing!
Meanwhile the ironing board is wobbling to and from because it's got a short broken-off leg, and the cord of the iron is always catchign on the corner of the board, and the iron is a horrible stupid design where it is almost impossible to make the cord lie flat so I know every single minute that the damn thing is going to fall off, launched by the wobbly ironing board, and land straight on my toe and give me a third degree burn.
And the iron is new, and the ironing board was obtained by the landlady, and they both totally suck but if I replace them I'll be spitting on the generosity of my landlady, plus which it is HARD to obtain an ironing board when I have no time during the day to go shopping, all the shops close at 5:30 or 6, I don't have a car to take big items (such as ironing boards) home, and I can't stay home to receive deliveries without taking a vacation day. I'm doomed to a life of looking stupid and frumpy around all these young skinny office babes in crease-free clothes that hang perfectly on their perfect bodies.
This is TOTALLY STUPID. And it's pissing me off SO MUCH.
OTOH, writing that down makes me feel better. A little.
Meanwhile the ironing board is wobbling to and from because it's got a short broken-off leg, and the cord of the iron is always catchign on the corner of the board, and the iron is a horrible stupid design where it is almost impossible to make the cord lie flat so I know every single minute that the damn thing is going to fall off, launched by the wobbly ironing board, and land straight on my toe and give me a third degree burn.
And the iron is new, and the ironing board was obtained by the landlady, and they both totally suck but if I replace them I'll be spitting on the generosity of my landlady, plus which it is HARD to obtain an ironing board when I have no time during the day to go shopping, all the shops close at 5:30 or 6, I don't have a car to take big items (such as ironing boards) home, and I can't stay home to receive deliveries without taking a vacation day. I'm doomed to a life of looking stupid and frumpy around all these young skinny office babes in crease-free clothes that hang perfectly on their perfect bodies.
This is TOTALLY STUPID. And it's pissing me off SO MUCH.
OTOH, writing that down makes me feel better. A little.
