I want to work as a designer. The wicked, unexpected harsh designer! Not as a girl manager.
And when you can’t wear jeans, you won’t wear a mint sweater. You wear a scratched shirt, it has to pick up a blouse. Still painting and shaving. This makes me sleep a half hour less. And I look even more angry, sleepy and harsh designers, but dressed and painted like a girl manager! And with jeans it was easier: I stretched what was rolling on the chair and went.