Whilst explaining to my hairdresser the office gossip - I quite overlooked the fact the boss of all bosses was sat over the other side of the mirror...next time I'll ask for my tongue to be trimmed instead.
Last night involved a trip to the hairdresser. As usual I got all over-excited about leaving the office early, and my new hair colour and whilst indulging in a little self-indulgence with French Vogue, as one does with one's hairdresser, I happily let rip about my life/backstage adventures and my love-interest.
My new colour applied and my life-story off my chest - off I went to have a coffee and nestle in the warm glow of the salon. Sadly - my relaxing moment was cruelly cut short when I spied the boss of all bosses leaving the very same salon!!!!!! How had I not seen her BEFORE I started chatting about my backstage/male model stories????
To top it all off, my hairdresser calmly, adjusting my cotton wool asked if I'd said hello to my colleague. "No I did not know her personally" I cried out (if a little hysterically) above the noise of several hairdryers..."Why didn't you stop me mid-male model gossip???"
Needless to say this was not exactly the polished professional look I'd booked myself in for. Despite my hair now looking (or at least for a few days) the very essence of cool, calm professional I fear I may have to stay away from the office lift for at least several months.
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