I’ve been awful at updating recently! It’s been a busy two weeks and I’m counting down the days until I come home and see family and friends. Less than 1 week and I’ll be back on the “James” side of the world.
My crazy life here has been full of so many different activities recently, which involve ice skating in front of the Natural History museum, singing late into the night at a famous pizza parlor (the owner Gino even sent over a bottle of wine on the house), watching Ghostbusters at a “sing-a-long” movie theater, cute German Christmas markets under the London Bridge, late hours at work, and a lot of travel up to Nottingham. But this post isn’t about any of that.
I’ll start at the beginning. Thursday was our company holiday party and in preparation for the big event we had “Hero’s Day” where they celebrated hero’s from the year across the business. To get people excited for the event, they asked that people come to work dressed in a hero costume. Our department picked “the military” as a theme and our team of girls ordered these cute 1940s army dresses.
Sounded like a good idea, until the costumes arrived and the tag had a picture of a sexy silhouette on it. Well, that’s a strange logo for a costume store, but ok. So we open them up only to find that the buttons down the front are actually made of Velcro. Yep. Turns out they aren’t really costumes, but outfits designed for STRIPPERS. Its ok, a little creative work with safety pins made the dress wearable and I ended up spending the day in an outfit designed for a veryyy different type of job.
“Wearing a stripper outfit to work” goes on the list of things I never expected to do in London. Or ever.