A wooden chair and a short skirt
*ahem* I give fair warning that this post probably is a bit more revealing than usual, but under the principals I set this Tumblr up under…I must share.
Yesterday I had a fairly important meeting with an arts centre in relation to developing their film audiences. As attendance is low and they need to get innovative or more present or engaging online.
The meeting was long…SO LONG. 3 fucking hours in length. By no fault of my own as my boss (who complains about the length of meetings being too long etc…) just never stops talking and shiteing on because she loves the sound of her own voice…or feeling important. Whatever.
Anyway like I said the meeting was 3 hours long. 3 hours of sitting on this flat uncomfortable wooden chair in my Ally McBeal schtyle short skirt.
When the 3 hours was over and I stood up from my chair, I noticed a slightly lighter shade of brown down the centre of the chair. What I hoped originally was the worn elements of a chair that’s been sat on a lot, I quickly realised was a mist…Yes, a mist like the one you would see on a window once you have breathed on it. If you’re still wondering where the mist may have come from here’s a few clues: My snackaterium, my shaggy D.A., my messy clef pallet, my mos def, my dirty old moose hoof, my fuzzy mamosa, my busy furlow etc… (I love you Brenda Dickson).
I have learned it can get hot down there sitting with your legs closed for 3 hours in a skirt that barley comes over your bum sitting while on a solid surface. The lesson I’ve learned is to wear trousers in future.
By the time I’d finished putting on my jacket, I found that everyone had gathered around the chair to chat and that mist had now become a small and very noticeable puddle of water.
Yep everyone saw my vagina sweat on the chair, before my boss had the decency to throw her bag over it.
My Awkward Life So Far.
