today i played make-believe. it all started because of the coat. i feel
all stylish in it, way more stylish than regular me, so clearly that
makes me want to pretend to be someone other than regular me.
on the way to work i was just some generic high-powered business lady
(i hadn't fully settled in to the land of make believe). i stood with
better posture, i walked with more urgency, i was very very important.
of course this was no longer winnipeg. it was just some fictional
uber-cool and happening city in which it is perfectly acceptable for
wealthy, influential business ladies to ride the bus.
as i got off the elevator, i realized exactly what i did. i worked with
spies! i have a high-tech swipe card to get me into all the restricted
areas, a zillion programs to open with a zillion passwords, and half
the time i write in a code only my co-workers and i understand. and i
wear a headset; i'm totally in with the spies!!
work was much more exciting as a spy. i grabbed my spy coffee from the
kitchen for spies and sat at my desk logging in to all my spy
databases, waiting to get calls from spies in need of my help.
it was a busy day sending out crucial documents, giving spies new
identities, retrieving passcodes to dismantle missiles, battling
corruption and evil villains for the good of the country - nay, the
world! etc etc.
on my walk home, i didn't quite feel like a spy anymore. i was back in
uber-cool and happening madeupsville. i saw my reflection in a window
and was no longer nondescript rich business lady. i was now a talented,
up and coming young journalist, eking out a scant living, but refusing
to compromise my integrity!
i love my coat.
all stylish in it, way more stylish than regular me, so clearly that
makes me want to pretend to be someone other than regular me.
on the way to work i was just some generic high-powered business lady
(i hadn't fully settled in to the land of make believe). i stood with
better posture, i walked with more urgency, i was very very important.
of course this was no longer winnipeg. it was just some fictional
uber-cool and happening city in which it is perfectly acceptable for
wealthy, influential business ladies to ride the bus.
as i got off the elevator, i realized exactly what i did. i worked with
spies! i have a high-tech swipe card to get me into all the restricted
areas, a zillion programs to open with a zillion passwords, and half
the time i write in a code only my co-workers and i understand. and i
wear a headset; i'm totally in with the spies!!
work was much more exciting as a spy. i grabbed my spy coffee from the
kitchen for spies and sat at my desk logging in to all my spy
databases, waiting to get calls from spies in need of my help.
it was a busy day sending out crucial documents, giving spies new
identities, retrieving passcodes to dismantle missiles, battling
corruption and evil villains for the good of the country - nay, the
world! etc etc.
on my walk home, i didn't quite feel like a spy anymore. i was back in
uber-cool and happening madeupsville. i saw my reflection in a window
and was no longer nondescript rich business lady. i was now a talented,
up and coming young journalist, eking out a scant living, but refusing
to compromise my integrity!
i love my coat.
3 comments:
ok, I\'m lookin all over this page for a picture of this coat!!!I wanna see this magic spy journalist coat!I just got a long black coat with black velvet cuffs-I feel like another person in it - confident!
You would make a fine Monneypenny
I feel the same way when I put on my second hand square dancing dress.
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