Face ouch!!!

To run or not to run

Is not the question

For running leads 

To messy states

To falls with bruises 

And regrets

But walking 

Is an easy feat

It is the task

We all complete

But running, jumping

Soaring hight

Is something 

I do fear to try

For if I landed 

On my face

I sure would feel

A real disgrace

My pretty face

Oh it would hurt

But even worse!

It could contort

Into a scary

Mushy pulp

With no more beauty

I'll be trapped

So better I just

Sit here still

And twirl my thumbs

Till I get ill

Until I'm sickened

With regret

But pretty faced

I do not fret 

And I will sit

And twirl my thumbs

And I will weep

Till ending comes

 

My Grown Up Dreams

What did you want to be when you were little, when you were growing up?

A fireman?

A dancer?

The president?

A princess?

A Bulgarian friend told me last week that when he was little he wanted to grow up to be Russian.

I had a similar dream…………………………………………….... Only I wanted to be a boy.

For a long time I was convinced one day I would become a boy.  For years I dreamed of being one. I went to bed a girl, I dreamt myself to be a boy, but always woke up as a girl. DARN!

And then aged 15 I discovered Salvador Dali and wanted to be him. But he was still a boy. 

AND he had a moustache. And me not being a boy, I could not grow one. 

And how could I become Salvador Dali if I could not have a moustache? So I decided not o bother, not to be Salvador, not to be a boy, not to be anyone, I thought I might just as well be a girl since I was born one.

But today I thought. Do I really need a moustache to be Salvador? I mean, I really like hats. Maybe I can just wear a hat?!

Hell yeah……………………….

WHO NEEDS A MUSTACHE WHEN YOU CAN HAVE A HAT!!!!!!!!!!???

I have a hat.

 

And if I really decide that I want a moustache……….well……….….then I can always draw one on.

HAT FIVE!!!!

Belated Halloween to YOU TOO!!!

I know, I know, I know. Halloween is now soooo last week, and we are all preparing for Christmas now.

But I feel it is vitally important for me to share my scariest ever Halloween experience with you.

So here is my story:

It all happened a week ago. 

On the dark and drizzly Monday night of October the 31^st as all the little kiddies were putting on their ghost costumes and smearing fake blood on their angelical faces. As post-pubescent teenage girls were slutting up their sexy-witch-kitten and zobie-school-girl outfits. And as few of the cardigan wearing fathers reached for that werewolf mask: I donned on the most important outfit I had-my very own face, my very own clothes, my very own personality and my very own thinking hat. Yes, this Halloween I am dressing up as a Bitch.

And this Halloween I am a Bitch on a mission. But I am not alone I have my accomplices with me- the very lovely Sandra and Teresa, my Bitch partners in crime.

We are on our way to meet, her. The lady. The woman. The being. The Polly Courtney. We do not know what to expect, all we knew is that we are about to meet one very special female, one who has had the guts to raise two fingers to the thing we call Career in Finance and to pursue her dreams.

And now here we are, in Foyles book shop meeting Polly for the first time. I have seen pictures of her on internet before, but I had no idea. Somehow, I am not prepared. I am struck. The wind is taken out of my system. That smile. That beautiful, most sincere, most genuine smile it glares at us the instant we walk in.

So here she is, Polly, Polly Courtney, the author of “It’s a Man’s World” the woman who wrote of the “Golden Handcuffs”, the little lady who did a big thing and decided to self-publish. We are all struck, she is human. 

In fact, she is more than just human, she is alive. Not just existing, not just breathing, she is living. Her voice is sharp and strong but full of joy and pride. Her body movement bisque yet elegant. She wears very simple clothes that say oh so much. We are enchanted by her endless enthusiasm. 

We spend almost 2 hours in the book shop interviewing Polly. We cover so many topics that I need expose myself to radioactive waste, and grow at least 10 more digits in order to be able to count these on my hands.

As we say goodbye I can help wait but feel slightly terrified. For I have realised that it is possible, most absolutely possible to not be afraid, to want, to try, to strive and to get. This Halloween night, I have had a real fright for I have met the lady who is not the living dead but is alive.

For full interview with Polly Courtney see first Issue of Bitch magazine to be launched on 5^th December.

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We say many good and clever things and most importantly we listen.

Is this the BEST JOB TURNDOWN EVER?

Dear Xxxxx,

Extremely sorry for coming back to you so late!

Actually we have ended our interview process and sorry to inform you that you were not our final decision. I have to admit, that your personality is really colourful and creative, therefore we thought you wouldn't find yourself in the job on a long term. Your math test was the second best, your skills and attributes were amazing - so I really can say that you were doing a really great interview here!

The final candidate speaks 4 languages and did a 100% math test, though was not fancied by my colleagues as you were! (The boys clearly told me you were the prettiest applicant)

I am honestly very happy to meet you, pls let me know if you are still interested in any of the entry positions at this company, since I can forward your CV to these people with a few warm words.

Sorry to keep you waiting that much!

Bests,