Matinee

One of the perks and also pitfalls of working next to a shopping mall is the convenience of it all. Everything I would need would be attainable within minutes, be it printer ink, teatime spring rolls or a disillusioned prairie dog. It's been a while since I ventured out for some midday browsing, so I did just that today.

Extended lunch breaks are not forbidden but highly discouraged, unless you get a kick out of recieving earnest stares from the manager. I left my mobile at home so I had no record of the time except from, perhaps, the details printed out on a fresh receipt. So I did the most practical thing...

(Window shopping is unheard of in a woman's world.)

I bought a few items from the pharmacy and then got so carried away at the perfume section in the department store that I had forgotten to set aside some time to eat. I hurried to the food court, wolfed down an economy meal and ran as fast as my little kitten heels could take me back to the office.

Settling down into my chair in the still, silent air enveloping my cubicle, I've just realized that coming in 45 minutes late from lunch break wearing ruffled hair and the scent of a man does not give the most immaculate impression.