I am not what you would call a fashionista, quite the opposite, actually. Compared to the girls I work with, who pamper themselves with makeup and pretty hair, I literally jump out of bed, make brekkie, splash my face with water, brush my teeth and run to the car (it’s cold at the moment!) with a finishing touch of a clip to hold my fringe back.
With no red lights on the way to work, I put my hair up quickly in the car park, unless I’m (un)lucky enough to hit roadworks along the way. A smear of Lucas Papaw on the lips and I’m ready for work!
Am I the only one who prepares for their day like this? I don’t think I look poorly presented, but maybe not so done up as some others. Sometimes I do put in the effort, but I would rather catch my zzzzz’s.