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Gone with the wind

Clearly alarm clocks were invented with the intention to tick people off. Or maybe just Mediterranean’s such as myself, for whom the act of sleeping must not be disturbed by exasperating noises.

It really baffles me as to why workplaces are so stringent about their office hours. We all operate in a different manner. Some people are better adaptable to an early morning culture, whereas others quite simply aren’t. As long as the work gets done and the clients are happy, I see no reason as to why employees should be castigated for not adhering to the stipulated working hours.

It just so happens that I have the day off. So the fact that I forgot to deactivate my alarm clock is pretty galling.

By this point, devouring some scrumptious breakfast whilst reading the paper became implicit.

This was also a great opportunity to wear my new J. Crew skirt (found here), matched with a white Zara shirt, a Barbour coat and Karen Millen shoes.

Voilà. Preppy meets English countryside look. A bit of an oxymoron, but I love it nonetheless.

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I must take this opportunity to thank my previous boss’ pompous behaviour for this classic, timeless skirt.

A 5-foot-5 inch man, with a tweed suit and an ego the size of Russia, he used to carry his water around in a decanter. Yes, a decanter.

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Unsurprisingly, he used to beckon me to fill his decanter up.

I dutifully obeyed for a week.

And another…

And shamefully a couple more after that.

Until one Thursday morning I said, BASTA.

He proceeded to threaten my position in the company.

I proceeded to Regent Street, bought this skirt …

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and thought to myself, “after all, tomorrow is another day.”

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