B'ham City Pics

Today I went to speak to the HR, and I ought to be starting soon after the contract is drawn and signed. I am still holding my breath, because I think their HR is a shrink. HR speaks like d's step-sister Jane, who is a training pyschologist. Or rather, HR gives off that manilla aura. You know, a blank slate, pristine calm and happy.

After that, I went shopping. Obviously I am pleased. I got 2 pairs of trousers, a nice A-line skirt and 3 shirts. And a grey cardigan. So, I am set for almost eternity.

My Work Wardrobe
Trousers [black, grey and blue pinstripes]
Skirts [black, grey and blue pinstripes]
Shirts [black, white, blue, black pinstripes]
Shoes [1 pair, black doll pumps]
Coats [black, grey, brown]
Scarves [Plain red, black, green]
Gloves [Black, blue]

Sadly enough, I had most of my work wardrobe and winter gear with me. I sent those ahead of my fun stuff. All my moisturisers are in another bag.

Ah the thought of the day : This is it. This is the start of my life. I have now a stable job, I am looking forward to professional skilled training, and I am shacked up with a man. These of course aren't the tenets of my existence, but it feels so significant to be achieving the normal. Its so calming, and there is a satisfaction that even if I don't become a millionaire one day, I will still have comforts to go back to.

Below: Picture of my office. Ironically, I found the building because I just made a beeline to the Starbucks at the bottom [behind tip of man's head in the middle] Accountants cannot survive without.